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My eyelids flutter open, snuggling deeper in my bed. I frown, noticing something warm embracing me. I open my eyes fully and discover the soft white-blonde curls laying next to me.

Wait. This isn't my bed?

Flashes of last night's events come crashing back to me like a picture movie. It may have been the best night of my life... No. It was the best night of my life.

Looking at the stunning woman beside me, I feel like the luckiest man alive.

I declared my feelings to Marnie, we made love for the first time and she told me she loved me. I fell asleep feeling content, comfortable and relieved with my Angel by my side. Looking at her beautiful features now feels like a dream.

A fucking good dream.

Marnie stirs slightly and then her eyes flutter open, her vivid blue orbs gazing up at me. Suddenly a gorgeous and infectious smile breaks out on her face as I hold her close to my side.

"Good morning, beautiful," I whisper in her ear.

"Morning," an alluring blush spreads across her face as I lean down to kiss her full red lips.

"Last night was amazing, I loved," kiss, "Every single, " kiss, "Second of it." kissing along her jawline and down her neck, she hides her face in the crook of my neck bashfully.

"Me too, I want to do it again." I freeze, looking back at her with raised brows. A playful glint appears in her eyes.

"Aren't you sore?" She told me she had never slept with another man until last night. Frankly, I was so relieved and proud of my Angel. I couldn't believe she waited... for me.

I'm such a lucky bastard.

"I'm okay." her eyes are full of mischief and desire that of course, instantly turned me on.

I run my hands down the length of her body, loving the feel of her soft flesh under my hands as I kiss her slowly, showing her how much I adore her and want her.

My thumbs catch the waistband of her panties, I pull them down while my lips stay glued to hers. Her fingernails scratch down my back and her breathing becomes rapid with excitement. The look she gives me makes me crazy.

I pepper kisses over her beautiful body, running my tongue across her chest and down over her stomach, pausing to bite just below her belly button, making her gasp and arch her back.

I sit up and pull her panties the rest of the way off and just look at my girl. She is sheer and utter perfection. She always has been to me. As she lays there naked, vulnerable and blushing, I know she's embarrassed being this exposed to me.

"You are so beautiful, Angel," I whisper.

She smiles and grasps her hand around the back of my head, guiding my mouth back to hers. My heart swells as I kiss her passionately, showing her just how much I love and cherish her before I prepare myself to make love to her again.

Reaching down, I lock eyes with her, and then I grab hold of her waist and thrust inside of her slowly, immediately overcome with the feel of her. Her walls tighten around me and I start to move.

Jesus, she is perfect.

She arches her neck back and closes her pretty blue eyes, moaning. Her chest bounces with each movement. "Oh, God..." she cries. "Reese..."

"I know, baby." You feel so good.

I thrust again and she clutches my hips to hang on as I slowly pick up the pace, sinking deeper and harder inside her, mesmerised by her body underneath me.

She is everything.

I press my forehead to hers, both of us near hyperventilating as I thrust over and over again. She feels too good, and I'm too fucking lost in her. "Oh, Reese," she cries.

My muscles are burning, and my head is spinning, but I don't care. I don't want this moment to end.

I kiss her hard, and my tongue dances with hers, sending me over the edge. She cries out and I thrust hard one last time, squeezing my eyes shut and spilling inside her. Exhaustion and euphoria set in at the same time.

Damn. I love my girl.

After our perfect morning spent in bed, we finally got up and cleaned ourselves -- not before another round in the hot shower -- and when we finally got out of the shower, Marnie gets dressed before leaving me in the bedroom to change. Where did my t-shirt go?

As I make my way to the kitchen -- bare chest -- I could smell the intoxicating and mouth-watering aroma from the living room filling my nostrils. Wow. Could this day get any better?

Marnie is plating a set of bacon and eggs with French toast on the kitchen island, I smile from ear to ear as I sit on one of the stools beside the island, my stomach growling with hunger after our strenuous night and morning.

Marnie must be sore, after going at it twice yesterday and three times this morning. I couldn't get enough of her, she's addictive. Gorgeous. Sexy.

I gaze at the beautiful sight of my girl, not believing how quickly things have shifted between me and her within one night. Looking at her expression, she seems just as happy as I am. Good.

Her hair is up in a messy bun, with strands of blonde locks falling on her face while she concentrates on our breakfast. She wears my white t-shirt that practically drowns her small frame.

Fuck. I love seeing her like this, in my clothes.

"Are you hungry?" she asks in a soft tone. I walk over and envelop my arms around her waist.

"Very." I kiss her neck while she plates the food, moaning as I graze my lips against a sweet spot on her neck. "I-its ready..."

"Hmm... this looks delicious. But it wasn't what I had in mind to eat."

She gasps, spinning around. "Again?!"

I smirk. "Baby, I could eat you every hour of every day and not get tired."

Red paints her face and she looks away, "I think... I need a break and breakfast to recharge." I tilt her chin up and kiss her lips. "Okay, Angel."

We eat in comfortable silence, often sneaking glances at each other and grinning. I could get used to this.

After an incredible breakfast, I kiss Marnie goodbye and head out to the black SUV already parked outside her building. I have a few interviews today, so I promised Marnie I would see her tomorrow night. She happily agreed and I couldn't keep the smile off my face, watching the happiness on her expression.

Being together, even if we weren't in a relationship yet, I knew we were heading in the right direction. I would give Marnie time, get her to trust me again and hopefully, we can get our relationship back on track.

I just got off the phone with my agent when I walk into my apartment building. As soon as I step inside my home, I could hear the noise of heels clicking against the marble floor.

I glance at the tall, golden-haired woman in a white Chanel dress. Her soft eyes fixed solely on mine.

"Hey, honey," Rosalie saunters toward me with confidence as I close the front door, pocketing my phone. I walk towards her, my brows furrowed with confusion.

"Hey, Rose, what are you doing here?" her lips pout as she gazes down my body and then back up to meet my eyes, her brown orbs twinkling mischievously.

"I was going to surprise you last night, but I was sad to see you weren't here. It was late so I stayed over, I hope that's okay?"

I frown, wondering why she stayed over. She's never done that before.

"Uh... why did you stay over?" that is the first thing I say. Rose has her own place in Manhattan, what would she be doing here?

"I wanted to see you," her seductive voice startles me. Rosalie is nothing but a good friend. Yes, she's a beautiful woman. I mean, she is a goddamn supermodel. But there's only been one girl for me and I made that clear to Rose since day one. She knew about Marnie and she supported my plan to try and win her back.

I cross my arms against my chest. "Why? What's up?" Rose looks a little tense, her cheeks flushed and her teeth dig into the skin of her bottom lip.

"Well there's something I want to tell you, but first, I need to ask you something," she walks over to the coffee table and then saunters back over to me and hands me a fresh newspaper.

The front page shows me and Marnie at the ice rink. The headlines speculating if we're a couple. It's not the first headline I've seen. Another was printed a few weeks ago when I left the Italian restaurant with Marnie after her show.

"Are you two together?" Rosalie looks down, interlacing her hands anxiously. Is this what she wanted to know? Why did she come all the way here to ask me this?

"Yeah we got together recently, last night actually," I place the paper down and look at Rosalie's expression. Her eyebrows are drawn together in deep thought.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. Her doe eyes look blank and far away.

"Nothing," she covers her face with her caramel-coloured hair and her shoulders tremble. I can tell she's hiding something and if something is wrong she knows she can talk to me. I'm her friend after all.

"Rose, tell me. I'm here for you. You know that, right?" I take a slow step forward as she turns to me, her eyes glassy and sad.

"I'm pregnant Reese," her voice breaks. "It's yours."

Those few words knock the air out of my lungs.

What?

Pregnant?

No.

There's no way. That's impossible.

I start to smile at her joke and then her lip wobbles, causing me to freeze.

"How is that possible? We haven't slept together, Rosalie." my voice is firm. How could she say it's mine? I know I haven't slept with anyone apart from Marnie since three years ago. I think I would know if I had.

"Well, we did actually, once." I scowl, anger boiling in my veins. I would have remembered.

"When?" my voice comes out sharp. Her eyes search mine, they look a mix of disappointment, guilt and shame.

"The after-party we both attended six weeks ago. Do you remember?" The after-party?

I hardly remember the events of that night. Could I have slept with her? No. Fuck, why is my memory blank? I was so drunk. So drunk.

"We had sex?" as I look at Rose, I see the answer written on her face. Yes.

I stagger back in shock. My heart beating erratically. I try to recall what happened that night. I remember drinking with my band and later I saw Rose, she approached me and we had a few more drinks. We were laughing and that's when my brain went foggy. The next day I woke up at a hotel, alone.

Fuck.

"I'm sorry Reese, I know this has happened at the worse possible time but... I need you. I'm keeping this child and I need your support. We need you." my ears ring. I can't even fucking think right now.

Baby. Mine.

I'm keeping this child. We need you.

"I... I..." I mumble incoherently. Rosalie gazes at me, waiting for an answer that decides my fate while my face remains expressionless.

I had messed up... again.

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