"We're in town?" Dalia asked. "Yup, now we're just riding around till you see anything familiar or until you'd like to go out and do something like you mentioned before."

Dalia shook her head, "no I'm saving all that for tomorrow. For now we'll just drive around until we're hungry. Oh wait, didn't you say you came from here? Do you wanna visit your family?"

Blake reevaluated his previous plan. -Maybe I could use that as an excuse for going over in that direction.- "Uh, yeah but I'll wait until tomorrow. Today we can just survey the town."

They drove around for about three hours and Blake avoided where Dalia used to live on purpose. He didn't know if it was because he was scared that she'd hate him once her memories returned or if they never returned at all. The sun was setting when Dalia decided to finally give up.

"I really shouldn't have woken up so late." Dalia explained.

They pulled into the parking lot of the small hotel and each brought in a suitcase. "Two rooms please, one bed in each." Blake said to the lady at the desk. Neither of them really wanted separate rooms but both were too scared to say it.

The lady gave Blake two key cards, "Your room numbers are 231 and 232. Go up to the fifth floor, turn right and go all the way down and they'll be the last two doors on the left."

"Thank you," he said before turning and leading the way for Dalia.

He pressed the button for the elevator knowing very well that he wouldn't be getting on it. "Um, I'm gonna take the stairs, I don't like elevators." Dalia said walking past him. "Then I'll come with."

When they got to their rooms they said goodnight and walked into two different doors. As Dalia came out of the bathroom from brushing her teeth she smelled something funny then heard a toilet flush. A few seconds later she saw water leaking from the ceiling right onto the bed. "Ew!" Dalia made a face realizing what that smell was. She texted Blake that she was going to go get another room but he didn't reply.

"Hi, the ceiling is leaking onto the bed in my room so I would like to get another one please." The lady at the desk typed into her computer and clicked on the screen. She looked quite scared when she delivered the news that all of the other rooms were taken or reserved already and apologized three times.

Dalia figured that this was a first time situation for the woman so she let it go. "Its ok, I'll figure something out, no need to be sorry. It wasn't your fault.

Up the stairs Dalia went, back to the rooms. She had her suitcase with her and knocked on Blake's door. "Just a second!" She heard him call out. When he answered the door Dalia felt like she was going to faint from blushing so hard. The man stood in front of her with nothing but a towel on and he looked quite pleased to see that Dalia was the girl looking at him.

Blake noticed the suitcase Dalia had. "Are you going somewhere?"

Dalia was still trying to gain her full consciousness back. "Umm....oh, uh no. No, Toilet water was dripping on my bed so I went to try and get another room but they don't have any free ones." Dalia continued before Blake could say anything. "But ill probably just sleep on the floor, its no big deal."

She went to leave when Blake caught her wrist. "Wait, you can stay in here. I can sleep on the floor in here and you can have the bed."

"Blake I can't do that to you."

"Then no matter where you sleep I'll lay on the floor anyway." Dalia made her facial expression that said *really.* "Fine, you win."

Dalia walked into the room and put her suitcase beside the dresser after getting out some clothes. Blake disappeared in the bathroom to get dressed.

The image of Blake with his messy black wet hair was stuck in Dalia's mind. She rushed in when he came out. "Quick to get undressed are ya?" He teased.

When Dalia got out of the shower she noticed something was missing. "Blake! Where are my clothes?" She shouted. In the time she knew him he showed himself to be a gentleman but he was also a big tease. She didn't feel uncomfortable or in danger but she could definitely feel flustered.

"Oops" is all she heard him say. "Whaddaya mean 'oops'?" she replied quite concerned. "Well don't get too mad but I might have accidentally grabbed them and might have accidentally spilled juice on them along with all the other clothes in your suitcase."

Now Dalia was mad, not the kind of mad you are when you get into a fight but the type of mad you feel toward a sibling. You know it'll go away but at the moment you let everything out. "How do you even manage to do that?" She continued to shout.

"Well when you rushed in the bathroom I grabbed my clothes from the counter with your clothes in them to. Then I figured until you asked my about them I'd set them on your suitcase. Then I poured some orange juice in my cup which spilled on your clothes and seeped into the suitcase to before I could save them."

By now Dalia was tired of talking through a door so she wrapped herself up in a towel and exited the bathroom. "Then what am I supposed to wear?" Dalia accepted her situation at this point and was just a bit annoyed now.

Blake was frozen at the sight of Dalia, she didn't notice however with her focus on the sticky clothes.

Blake couldn't handle Dalia in a towel. He studied every detail about her and more wether he knew it already or not. Her breasts were bigger than most girls and she could be described as what most people call thick. Water trailed down her body and Blake wanted nothing more than to kiss her like she'd never been kissed before but he knew he couldn't do that. He controlled himself even if it was against his will.