Instead of rampant sex with Damon number two I accepted brunch instead and we sat in a little cafe in West Kensington munching down bacon and eggs.

That evening, I spent an hour chatting to him on the phone and then he texted me just before I fell alseep wishing me sweet dreams.

Damon number one gets back from Vegas on Wednesday, but in the meantime I have decided to try and put him to the back of my mind. I haven't heard from him since that drunken phonecall on Saturday night with the girls giggling in the background, and every time I've tried to call him his phone is off.

To be honest, I actually feel kind of free. It's nice not to have to worry about whether Damon number one is with Lucy, or whether tonight might just be the night when he decides he loves me....so, im just going to revel in it. I'll deal with the two Damons situation next week.

My phone beeps early on friday morning. It's Char.

"Will and I are moving in together, " she yells down the phone (which is not ideal at 7 in the morning.)

"You what?" I know I'm sleepy but did she really just say what I think she did?

"We were talking about how much money we throw away on rent and how it would be so much better to buy somewhere and then he said 'sod it, let's buy somewhere together and move in.'"

"Char....was he joking?" I can't help but feel concerned. After all they have only been seeing each other for a few weeks.

"Elle, I'm in love. And so is he. Why should we have to wait until we have been together for two years until we move in together like everyone else?"

When I put down the phone I feel slightly dumbstruck. Char and Will moving in together? Bloody hell.....

Elle Saunders is the pseudonym of freelance journalist Tiffany Wright. Tiffany writes about everything from stilletos to sex for numerous women's magazines including Company, Glamour, Cosmo and More...

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