When he woke up the next morning the sun was coming in the window and he was alone in bed, which he knew instantly was wrong. He should have been with EJ, the way he'd been dreaming about her for the last few weeks. His stomach churned, his mouth was cottony, and he smelled like a brewry. It wasn't a pleasant thing to wake up to in the morning. The thing that ironically saved his mood was the fact that he'd woken up alone. After drinking what he had the night before he had been surprised at the fact that he hadn't brought someone home with him. It had been a temptation, all the girls at the party wanting to talk to him, but he'd remembered not wanting to take them home with him.

A knocking sound on the door was his wake up call and he struggled to sit up and had to concentrate hard on moving across the room without falling. His eyes seemed to have a hard time focusing and his head ached so he didn't look where he was going, causing him to knock his foot into the bed and then into his shoes, which he found in the middle of the floor before he got to the door.

"I'm awake," he said pulling the door open. Realising that he was dressed only in boxers he kept the door between his body and the hallway. "An hour right?"

Tiny nodded at him. "You ok?"

"Yeah," he said looking down the hall to see a few of the guards talking near the elevator.

"Did EJ take care of you last night? I thought for a while that you were going to get yourself into trouble last night."

He groaned, "I was that bad?"

"Not a total desaster," Tiny smiled. "It stopped just in time. If you had stayed out longer than you had, it would have been bad."

"Great." He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

"An hour. I'll knock for you," Tiny said.

"Got it," Lance said. He turned and closed the door finally remembering that EJ should have been there with him. He found the room empty then when he went around the corner he found her asleep in the chair next to the bed. He didn't know how he'd missed her before, but she was there now curled into the chair as if she'd been there all night.

"What happened?" he mumbled to himself and looked around the room some more. The bed was messed up, there were clothes on the floor, and the bathroom light and fan were on. He hadn't heard them before over the pounding in his head, but he could hear it now and it was now the reason for his pain.

He moved across the room and knelt next to her. "Emma?" he said softly.

She moved in the chair and almost lost her balance and fell out. "What?" she said, "What? I'm up."

"Shhh." He pulled her up into his arms and went and placed her on the bed. "Why were you in the chair?"

"You," she said groggily then lay back against the pillows, "You came and were--"

"Did I wake you up last night?" he asked.

"I don't like when you do that," she said with her eyes closed, "You aren't a good alarm clock."

Lance took a seat next to her and moved her hair out of her face then covered her up a little more. "I'll make it up to you. I didn't mean to mess up like that."

"It's ok," she mumbled.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Her eyes opened and she stared sleepily up at him. "Yeah."

"I'm supposed to head out in a while to do some interviews and go to some meetings," he said, "You want to come with me?"

"I'm too tired."

"That's fine," he said, "You don't have to come."

She rubbed her eyes. "I caused so much trouble yesterday. I should just let you do your work and meet up with you later for the game and other not so important stuff."

He looked down at her not sure why she was acting the way she was, but he knew he'd leave her alone. "I'm gonna leave in about an hour. You stay here and go to sleep and I'll send someone to get you for lunch ok? I'm gonna be busy, but call my cell phone and I'll call you back if I don't pick up, ok?"

"Mmmm," she said and curled into the sheets.

He covered her up with a blanket then went into the bathroom finding the place in ruins. He'd had a dream the night before or was it another night that he'd been drunk. He held his hand to his head and walked around for a moment trying to find a towel then stepped into the shower.

He'd definitely had too much to drink the night before and now that he was alone and could think about it he remembered many of the things that he'd done and said. He'd made an ass of himself and he was going to have to make up for it somehow. He needed to make sure that things hadn't been too messed up with her. It was too soon to mess things up and drive her away.


Her alarm clock that day was the sound of the phone ringing on the bedside table. She rolled onto her stomach and pulled the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

The voice was scratchy and the reception not that great. "Emma?"

"Who is this?" she asked.

"It's Lance," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she lied. She could hear voices in the background and some other noise so she figured that he was in a car or van or something with the rest of the guys.

Between dodging conversations on his end he explained to her the situation for the day. "I'm swinging by the hotel for an hour or so for a lunch break before we head over to do some interviews. Want to come with me or at least meet up with me for lunch?"

"Where are you?" she asked.

"We just left a press conference and now we're headed back to the hotel, but the traffic is bad an we're across town so it'll be a while," he said, "You don't have to meet up with us. You can stay at the hotel and hang out."

"No. No, I'll meet up with you," she said and turned and looked out the window. The sun was high in the sky and she could see the tops of the other buildings around them. "Lemme get a shower and I'll meet you--"

"I'll come and get you," he said, "Ok? Like a half hour or so?"

"I can do that," she mumbled, "I'll jump in the shower right now."

"Ok," he said, "See you then."


She lay back for a moment then pushed herself up. She went to the window and looked outside. She put her hand on the glass and felt that it was hot so when she went to her bag she grabbed out a pair of cotton shorts and a sleeveless shirt then grabbed up underwear and went into the bathroom.

Even though he hadn't been there in hours, the bathroom smelled of him. When she put her clothes on the counter she saw that he'd shaved that morning, his things were still on the counter. She found herself missing him even though he'd been there with her the night before. She picked up the shaving cream and smelled it. She liked the minty smell of it then caught her reflection in the mirror.

"What am I doing? she asked herself.

When there wasn't a good answer to explain to her the action of smelling the shaving cream she put it down on the counter and went and got into the shower. She found his shampoo there and a bar of soap that was his, but didn't touch them. Her showering routine was quick, but she kept her eyes on his things for the time that she spent in there.

A while later she was out and dressed and brushing her hair when he came to get her.

"You look nice," he said coming into the room. He handed her a single rose and she looked then smelled it at it as he asked, "You ready for lunch?"

"Yeah," she said with a smile, "What's the flower for?"

"Last night," he said, "I messed up...I didn't mean to get all crazy on you like that. I should have--"

"Lance it's ok," she said, "You weren't that bad."

"Yeah I was," he said, "You ended up sleeping on the chair and I didn't want you to have to--"

"Really it's ok," she said, "I slept in the chair because you needed to sleep and if I was there with you, you wouldn't have."

"I didn't do anything..." His voice trailed off.

"No," she said, "Nothing like that. I just didn't want you to get it in your head that you could do something like that with me...ya know?"

His head dropped and he looked at his hands, "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," she said, "Let's just go hang out and we'll get passed this..."

"I'll make it up to you," he said, "I will."

"I know," she said, "It's ok."

"So where do you want to go for lunch?" he asked.

"Where CAN you go for lunch?" she asked knowing that with the fans around it was going to be hard to get away.

"Anywhere, but we have to take security with us and just to warn you there are going to be a lot of people taking pictures and stuff," he said.

"Does my hair look ok?" she joked.

He nodded and leaned and waited for a moment before she met him half way to kiss him. "Come on. We'll go down to the first floor. There are a few places down there or we could go out to someplace else."

She watched as he took her hand and in that small touch she found herself feeling comfortable again with him. For a moment she thought that she'd have to start over, that she'd have to rethink things with him again.




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