A few days had passed, and the next challenge wasn't due to start for a little while yet. So the inters had a few days to pass. And at the moment Emily and Stuart were in his room, laying in bed. 

The two had gotten a lot closer over the past few days since the song, and they were almost always together. They only thing that was wrong with it was the fact that they hadn't actually had the talk yet. They had sex, they talked and had fun, but they hadn't talked about what happened after summer, or what exactly they felt for the other. 

Well, Emily felt she made it pretty clear with her song, but Stuart hadn't exactly been open, but that was because he wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about it. He knew that he had feelings for the girl, but he wasn't sure if the song was about him, or an ex (because guys are clueless). Or if it was about him why she thought he didn't like her. He was almost always with her, only ever really talked to her. And it wasn't like he was the kind of guy who's just go around having sex with people among other stuff... Well, except for the Strippers that night. When that thought crossed his mind he wondered if that was why she thought he didn't have actual feelings for her. 

They were both too much of a coward to bring any of it up, so instead they just had fun. They lived in the moment, letting it take them wherever it wanted. 

The others in the group knew they were sleeping together now, and they were all about ready to smash their brains into a wall at the fact that both of them still had doubts the other had feelings for each other. It was driving them all crazy. 

And at this moment Emily and Stuart laid next to each other, Stuart on his back, staring at the ceiling as Emily laid next to him, watching him with a small content smile on her face. 

Not that either of them would say it but ever since that night at the club their time together in bed felt... different. Not in a bad way, but in a good way. It was less animals trying to get their horny faze over with, and more like two people in love. Which was weird since they hadn't even talked about anything yet. 

Emily reached over and started running her fingers through his hair, liking the feeling of the strands between her fingers. 

"You're adorable when you have that focused look on your face." Stuart told her, turning to look at how intense she was looking at his hair as she played with it. 

"I can't help it. You have pretty hair." She told him and he laughed slightly. 

"Not just now. All the time. When you're staring at the board doing an equation, when you're looking at something on your phone, now... The way you tuck your hair behind your ear and bite your lip in thought. It's adorable." He told her and she giggled slightly. 

"When you have that cheeky smile on your face, I find it maddening. If you know what I mean." She said, smiling as she leaned down to kiss him slightly. 

"I think I do. But I think I need a little help in knowing if my guess is right or not." He said, giving her the cheeky little smile she spoke of. 

"You're a cheeky little shit." She said, before leaning over and kissing him, this time with more passion. 

He rolled Emily over onto her back as they kissed, before leaving kisses down her throat and chest. 

"Yes I am, princess." He told her and she giggled, loving it when he called her that. "And you like it." He told her and she smiled brighter. 

"Well, I won't be one to deny that." She muttered, pulling his face up to kiss it again.