“Not yet, Andy,” I said in a quiet voice, reaching up and placing my hand upon his cheek. I ran my thumb over his cheek bone, raising my head just slightly, and our lips mere centimeters apart. “It’s not that I don’t want to, and I don’t want you to be mad at me…”

“I could never be mad at you for having doubts or fears. Fuck, Livvy…” Andy hung his head a little next to mine, whispering right into my ear. “I can’t hold myself back though… you’re here, you’re all mine…” he growled softly and kissed just below my earlobe, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“I know… I’m not denying you of me,” I whispered and lightly ran my fingers up through his dark black hair, tugging his head back from my ear so I could look into his eyes again. “I’m just saying; give it time before we jump into sex. I want it, I want it so bad… but I do, I have the fear that it’ll ruin absolutely everything between us.” I finally voiced my concern. I knew he understood it, but I could tell… he was sexually frustrated.

“I hope you don’t think I’m a shit guy, Liv,” Andy said in a soft voice. “I am never like this unless I’m just…about to pop,” he said in brutal honesty. I gave a soft laugh, raising up in the bed and biting on my lower lip. It wasn’t that I didn’t want our first time to be four days after meeting him, or that I didn’t want our first time to not be in Mexico City… I didn’t really know why I wasn’t just…giving it up to him.

The more I thought about it, the less it made sense. “I’m not trying to pressure you into it,” Andy said quietly, pulling me properly into his lap. “I’m fine with waiting until you’re more than ready. I just hope you don’t mind my getting acquainted with a Playboy or something,” he teased some, although I could tell a piece of him was serious.

“I’m really not a sex addict. I can’t say that I wasn’t before Juliet, between Scout and Juliet. I was a regular man whore out on tour… and I can’t say that I’ve not been tempted while with Juliet to sleep with a fan… it’s almost happened a time or two. But, I guess love prevailed and it kept me from doing stupid shit.”

“Will it keep you from cheating on me, though? I mean… I am right here…” my voice trailed off and he immediately nodded. “I wouldn’t cheat on you—not even if the opportunity arose. You’re too good for that, and like you said, you’re right here… you’re all mine,” he growled again in a possessive voice. I shivered, I liked that he was so possessive over me.

“No… you’re all mine,” I teased him in a soft purr and lent forward, our foreheads touching again. The look in my eyes must have said ‘kiss me’ because finally, for the first time in four and a half days… he closed the gap between us and we kissed. It was the most tender, most delicate kiss of my entire life. Our lips just seemed to mold together… it felt like we had become one.

When he pulled back, I desperately wanted more. My hand that had been on his shirt-covered chest was now forming a fist, his shirt within it. I was just about to protest for another kiss when the door went—dinner had arrived. Never in my life had I ever experienced a… ‘Cock blocking’ moment but, here it was, real as could be.

“We don’t have to answer that,” Andy pointed out and I shook my head some. “It’ll be our dinner and… I’m kind of starved,” I admitted and slipped my small frame out of the bed and headed for the door to answer it. I was right, it was dinner. Once our plates were wheeled into the room and Andy tipped the man who brought them up, he left and we enjoyed our dinner in bed.

After I had finished eating, I was curled right up in the bed next to Andy, my head on his shoulder as he glanced at something somewhat interesting on the television. “You enjoy dinner?” The slightly older male asked and I nodded my head.

“What wasn’t there to enjoy?” I asked softly. “Great tasting Mexican cuisine in a gorgeous luxury suite with my boyfriend,” the last word, I said in a small whisper. Andy chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

“Are you still that shy…that you can’t say the word boyfriend? Because Livvy, I’m not shy to say you’re my girlfriend. Just the other day, on the bus…” I knew what Andy was recalling. When we were standing mere inches apart after the moment we’d shared in his bunk, talking about sharing his bunk and sleeping in it together. We both couldn’t deny our attractions to one another.

“When you shot me down that first time… I didn’t think I would ever be your girlfriend,” I admitted honestly. “I knew I was going to stay your friend no matter what, and I knew I was going to keep hoping that you fell for me. But I had no idea it would be this quick, part of me feels like it’s too quick, I can’t lie about that. I’m still so afraid that when you go back to Los Angeles and see Juliet that…”

“That what, I’m going to toss you aside like I never had feelings for you?” Andy questioned and I nodded my head a little. I knew that sounded so harsh but it was how I felt…exactly how I felt. Andy moved in the bed somewhat and pulled his shirt over his head. He took my hand and placed it on his shoulder, where his Mortician’s Daughter tattoo was. A girl tattooed there that looked so much like his first true love, Scout.

“I didn’t get it removed and I never would. Because even to this day, Scout’s a chapter of my life and I can’t deny that. She’s pivotal in who I am today and even the success of my band.” Andy said in a soft voice while he moved my hand from his upper-shoulder to the Dragonfly and the heart on his chest. “Just like Juliet. For the last year and half, I have been so in love with Juliet Simms. More in love with her than I ever could have loved Scout because I’m older, I can feel more, the depth of it is more than I can even explain to you.”

I felt like crying as I listened to him talking about his love for Scout and Juliet. Not out of jealousy, no…out of the pure fact that it sounded like a storybook romance. “I’ve never been a person to sit here and say that I think everyone has one true love out there. No one has just one true love. You can have several; because each one is going to be different. Scout and I were this great teenage love and it will always be amazing when I think back to it. Then Juliet and I… it’s always going to be my first real matured adult love. So passionate, so fucking real and spontaneous; I never imagined falling in love with her and I know she felt the same way about me. But it’s another chapter in my life and it’s a chapter that’s over now. Another one has opened and it’s going to be even greater than the last.”

“Am I…that new chapter?” My voice was soft; a piece of me knew that he was meaning me when he said a new chapter but…I liked to hear him say it. I needed to hear him say it. “What do you think?” Andy questioned me in just as soft of a voice and I nodded my head a little. His pale pink lips stretched into a smile. “You should know you are.”

“Andy,” I whispered his name while my cheeks flushed pink. Our foreheads were pressed together again and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling so brightly. “I’m the luckiest woman on this Earth… I still feel like I’m lying there in my bedroom, dreaming something so vivid.”

“You aren’t the only one. I’ve told myself for more than three years, I would possibly sleep with fans, but I’d never date one. I’d never fall for someone who could possibly only love the Andy they see on the stage and not the real man behind the war-paint.” I felt like I had broken a barrier with Andy just then. Surely it took a lot of chipping down his walls bit by bit for him to have admitted something as vulnerable as that to me.

“And do you think that about me? That I only love the you that is on that stage, doing what you love…? Because let me be the first to tell you Andy; I love every bit of you. I do love when you perform because you give it your all. Your fans honestly don’t know how much you give. They don’t see you right after a show and the way your body is just about limp from all the crazy shit you do up there. They don’t hear your voice after you sing for an hour and a half; they aren’t the ones holding you, smelling how bad you fucking reek,” I teased him and he gasped, rolling me over in the bed and pinning me down.

“I told you I stunk!” He defended himself and I laughed, gazing up into his beautiful baby blues. “But I don’t care that you stink. Because Andy, I never love you more than when you’re walking off that stage and your eyes meet mine…and the next thing I know, my head is in your neck and all I can smell is the sweat of a good show. You have no idea how I feel when your arms are wrapped around me…” I whispered and broke my arms out of his grasp, wrapping them up around his neck.

“I love you more than you are ever going to know or understand, Livvy.” Andy admitted in a quiet voice, our eyes were locked with one another’s as we took in this moment…this moment of such perfection. “I’m not afraid to say it, I’m not afraid for people to know it. I know it’s soon, I know this is fast…but I’m enjoying it being this way.”

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I hope you all like this chapter as much as I do! I do believe it's my favorite chapter of the story so far! :) I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get to you guys. April's Camp NaNo was a bust for me, and now I'm doing July's Camp NaNo and it's actually ending up to be kind of a bust, too. I hope November's actual NaNo goes a lot better for me! LOL!

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