Entering the kitchen, I can tell something is off with my partner. "Morning." I whisper into his ear, running my hands down his body. "Morning." He replies curtly, stepping out of my embrace. I stand there a moment. "What the fucks a matter?" Kevin just gives me a look. "Look, I have a meeting with Steve Byrnes about advertising the newest show at The Byrnes Gallery. Why don't you tell me what's bothering you so I won't spend the entire day worrying about it." I'm trying to keep calm. Kevin slams his coffee cup down. "You really don't know." I hold out my arms and shrug. "Oh lets see after you fucked my brains out you called me Sunshine and fell asleep." "I did not." I protest. Did I? Taking a moment, he turns his back to me. "You did." Shit, is that why I woke up alone, in the middle of the hotel floor. "I'm sorry." "Sorry? You're sorry for calling me your former fiances name after we made love? Well than that makes it all beter." He says sarcastically still not facing me. I make my way towards him and wrap my arms around his stiff body. "I love you. I'm marrying you. No one else." "What if you and Justin had stayed together. You would be married to him now. You would..." I silence him with a kiss. Not a passionate, fiery, want to fuck your brains out kiss. But one to let him know that he's all I want. He nods in silent understanding. "What time will you be back?" "I don't know. Maybe 2 or 3." "And dinner with Justin?" "At 7. I promise you nothing will happen. I just need to make sure he's okay." With one last look at Kevin, I smile and grab my brief case.