There he was, on his bike, parked strategically outside Remy’s apartment complex, with a look of defeat on his face. He thought that she would inevitably go to James in cerca for solace in him, and tell him that her formidable boss knows the truth about them. But no, she didn’t see him. Part of him was upset, the other part angry, because he didn’t want her to use his best friend as some kind of omaggio whenever she thought suitable. If they were going to do this, they should either be in a proper relationship, o not be together at all.

As House was making his way back to his own apartment, he noticed something familiar. A car. He was pretty damn sure it belonged to James. Instead of what he originally intended, he smiled to himself and left them in peace. He’d bug them tomorrow.

Meanwhile, in Remy’s apartment, James was lying on the divano with Remy on superiore, in alto of him, baciare him passionately. She went home to find him there and that was her compliant response. He was happily surprised and worked his ‘Panty Peeler Boy’ magic on her, yet again. They had both decided to book the successivo giorno off, giving themselves a long weekend together. They didn’t really care if anyone got suspicious and put two and two together. They just cared about being in each other’s company.

Morning came seemingly pretty quickly. Remy was lying half on the couch, half on James. Both of them naked with only a thin blanket over them. It was a cold morning, but neither of them seemed to notice o even care. James smiled as he woke up and although he was really hungry, he didn’t move, not wanting to wake up his sleeping beauty. It was an ora before Remy woke up, probably to the sound of his rumbling stomach.

‘Hey you’ she simply stated with a smile

‘Morning beautiful’ he returned with an equally sweet smile

‘I hear you’re hungry...’ she laughed

‘Just a bit’ he detto a little embarrassed

‘Let’s go eat then’

Remy always knew that if she was hungry, she will eat. She won’t do anything else until she eats, and so she rose taking the blanket with her to retain her own modesty, and in turn take away James’s da ridding him of the only thing covering him. She made her way over to her cucina to make them both some breakfast as James watched on at this simple, almost domestic, way of life as it is now. He quickly grabbed his clothes and put on his t-shirt and boxers and smiled at himself at how normal this seemed.

‘What are te smiling at?’ she asked when she felt his eyes upon her

‘Just this moment. The future I can see.’

She simply smiled in return in a coy manner and carried on making breakfast. Soon enough she got tired of James’s offers of help, and just let him help her. If she knew it would have been so fun just to make breakfast with him, she would have subsided much earlier. They were all over each other, and several ingredients seemed to cover them everywhere. They ended up making out instead of eating the breakfast; James didn’t seem to notice that he was hungry anymore, and Remy was only hungry for him now.

Suddenly there was a loud thud followed da several others, and they both sprang apart in shock. The loud thuds came again, and Remy hid behind James, scared.