The light from the window in front of me wakes me up. My eyes flutter open and I'm met with the morning sun. I feel a pair of warm arms wrapped around me and I can feel Matthew's light breathing on my neck. I can't help but smile at his embrace.

He squeezes me closer to him and presses a kiss to my shoulder. The butterflies swarm in my stomach. This is everything I've wanted. I turn around in his arms to face him.

"Good morning, Matthew Gray." My hand reaches up to cup his cheek. My thumb slightly rubbing his cheekbone.

"I didn't think you'd be awake yet." He smiles. I assume he's hinting at my habit of sleeping in too late.

He presses his forehead against mine.

Kiss me, already. Just kiss me, Matthew Gray Gubler.

"You want to go grab some breakfast." He asks his nose slightly nudging my own. Another anticlimactic situation.

"Of course." I say trying to mask my disappointment. His phone begins to ring, and instant dread fills my bones. I already know who it is. I watch at he looks at the collar ID.

"I-I'm gonna take this outside." He sighs and hurriedly leaves the rooms. For a second I had forgotten our complicated situation. I sit up and run my hands through my long black hair. I step out of the warm sheets and reach for my makeup bag and clothes. I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I blink the tears forming in my eyes away.

He's here with you, Lydia. Not his wife. That means something. I finish brushing my teeth and washing my face.

Why won't he kiss me? Does he feel the same guilt I've been feeling? Why did he invite me then?

I cover up my active acne and acne scars with my concealer, along with the dark circles under my eyes.

He obviously must be returning my feelings. Why else would he be spooning me, and kiss my shoulder?

I quickly apply blush and bronzer to make myself a little bit more lively. I brush through my eyebrows with a clear gel.

I can't stop thinking about him calling me beautiful. He looked so sincere. So honest.

I curl my eyelashes before applying mascara. I also run a pink tinted lip gloss over my lips.

Maybe he's scared that his wife will find out. I could understand, but he's not happy. Would a happy man invite another woman to his hotel room? Maybe he's just using me.

I take my pajamas off and and fold it before placing it on the counter. I pull on my jeans and an oversized flannel.

Maybe I'm just an ego boost for him. God, that's so pathetic.

"Everything okay in there?" Matthew calls out pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm just getting ready." I tell him before spraying on my perfume. I open the door and avoid his eye contact as I place my things back into my bag.

"I like that perfume." He mentions.

"Thanks." I mutter before I go to fix my side of the bed.

"What're you doing that for?" He questions and I finally look at him.

"My mom worked as a hotel maid while I was growing up. She used to complain all the time about how people would leave their rooms, so I try to make the maids job as easy as possible." I tell him and he cocks his head to the side. A small glimpse of a smile.

The phone call keeps gnawing at me. Why me? Why did he pick me out of every girl he's come across? Maybe I'm the one that was dumb enough to agree to it.

"Who was on the phone?" I ask without meeting his eyes.

I already know the answer by his silence. I nod my head and sit on the edge of the bed with my back towards him. I feel the weight shift next to me, but my eyes stay starting out the window.

"Lydia, look at me."

I ignore him.

He places his hand on my jaw and moves my head to face him, "Hey, look at me."

My green eyes meet his. They remind me of a hopeless puppy.

"I'm here...with you. I wanted you here with me. Only you, but you're free to go whenever you want to, okay?" His hand moves so it's now cupping my cheek. His eyes are pleading. Maybe I'm dumb, or maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic.

"I want to stay." I tell him. He pulls me into a hug. Matthew's hand slowly rubs my back. I'm instantly comforted by the action.

"I'm gonna get dressed and then we'll go get breakfast, alright?" He pulls away and I nod my head. As he gets up I notice something odd.

He took off his wedding ring.