Luke insists on driving me to and from class for the rest of the week. I fear for the future population of Philadelphia with the amount of work he must be missing.

On Sunday I wake up in Luke's bed, same as the rest of the week. It's nice being here. Showering in Luke's giant walk-in shower every morning instead of the questionable dorm showers doesn't suck, that's for sure.

I'm alone in bed this morning, which isn't unusual. Luke hits the gym before I'm awake most days. I stretch under the covers. The mattress quality at Luke's is a world away from dorm life too.

I'm still not sure what I'm doing here. Have I moved in? It would be nice to be asked. Is it permanent?

I stare at the view of Philadelphia from the bed while I think.

Luke's been weird all week. It's sweet, actually. I think he's worried about me, but I'm fine. I don't have any lasting effects from the concussion and my ankle is okay.

He hasn't touched me all week, sexually. Maybe I should initiate? Let him know I'm fine? I've never had to initiate before though, not really. I mean hell, usually smiling can be perceived as an invitation with Luke.

"You're awake," Luke says from the bedroom doorway.

I didn't hear him come in. He's got a towel thrown over his shoulder, his hair tousled from his workout.

"Come back to bed." I pat the bed with my hand.

He walks to the bed and, bracing his weight on his hands, leans in and kisses me. "I'm sweaty. Take a shower with me and we'll go out for breakfast."

Dammit, does he not want to have sex with me? Breakfast sounds like a great idea though. "I want waffles."

"I know you do," he says, pulling the covers off of me.

"And an omelet."

He extends a hand to pull me from the bed.

"Bacon too," I add. "I want all the food, actually."

"We'll order four breakfasts and pretend people are joining us."

"Are you teasing me?" I'm detecting a smirk on his face.

"Never. We'll go to the buffet at Lacroix. They have all the food, I promise."

A buffet? Hell, yes. I bounce out of bed and dash past Luke for the shower.

Luke is ready before me, as he insists I cannot leave the house with wet hair. I'm dressed and sitting on top of the bathroom vanity, hair dryer in hand while Luke stands in the bathroom door fastening his watch to his wrist.

"Almost dry," I tell him. "Can you bring me my purse, please?"

He nods and retrieves it from the floor of my closet and sets it on the counter. I click off the dryer, satisfied the moisture level of my hair will pass inspection, and dig through my purse. I brush some bronzer across my face and apply mascara before coating my lips in pumpkin spice lip balm. Then I pop out today's birth control pill from the packet and pop it into my mouth while filling a glass of water.

"What are you doing, Sophie?" Luke is suddenly beside me, digging into my purse.

"Relax, I'm ready." I didn't take that long. He has no appreciation for how fast I am.

"With these, Sophie," he says, holding up my birth control pills. "What are you doing with these?" He looks pissed.

I stare at the pack in his hand. I haven't missed any, I take them every morning. "I always take them in the morning, Luke, same time every day." I shrug. "Well, within an hour or two."

He stares at me for a second before tossing the pills onto the counter. The pack whips across the surface before hitting the wall and ricocheting into the sink. He turns around and walks to the bathroom door, gripping the door frame for a second before turning back to face me.

"Sophie, you're pregnant."