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need to stop trying to find your way back and just start moving forward to who you are now.”
    “Easier said than done,” I retorted.
    Evan stood and held his hand out for me. When I put mine in his he pulled me up into his arms, pressing our bodies against one another.
    “I know who you are,” he said, his breath washing over my neck. “I’ve fallen hard for that person, and I sure as hell am not going to let you fade into your past!”
    I nodded. “Good.”
    “Now, about those flip flops?” Evan said with a grimace that annunciated his strong chin. “The band might have some strong words about them.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “Really? And they wouldn’t have an issue with a pink tutu?”
    He ran a hand through his hair. “Eh, I’m sure they’ve seen me in worse.”
    “Do I want to know?” I asked as I pulled away and gave his shoulder a soft tap.
    “I’ve known them since I was sixteen, and being the old thirty-something I am, they’ve seen me drunk more than once. I’m sure I’ve done things more embarrassing than a pink tutu.”
    “But flip flops are just unbearable?” I teased as I leaned down to collect our coffee mugs.
    He smacked my butt before jogging ahead of me and turning as he reached the door to the apartment.
    “I’ll try them on—then we can argue about it,” he conceded.
    “Damn right!” I commented as he held the door open for me.

Chapter 5
    When I woke up on the fourth day of his stay Evan was already dressed, sitting at the end of the bed, playing guitar and singing. I closed my eyes and took another deep breath as the sun began to wash over the bed with the melody of his unique voice. That was one of the reasons he had always been one of my favorite singers—he had a voice that no one else could imitate. It was high, with a whine, and although his range wasn’t amazing, the emotion within it and what he did with his talent was. I opened my eyes as the sun touched him, bathing him in a yellow light that backlit the scene perfectly. He was playing with his eyes closed and smiled as he felt me moving but stayed as he was while I grabbed the camera on my desk. I snapped one picture and put it back on down before crawling up behind him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
    He turned his face so I could kiss him.
    “Good morning,” he said as his hands came to a rest on the strings of the guitar.
    “It really is,” I replied, kissing his neck. “I could think of no better way to wake up.”
    He put the Ibanez on the bed and pulled me into his arms, his kisses telling me he felt the same. The sun warmed my skin just as his kisses did, and I waited for the dream to fade; fortunately, it didn’t.
    “I can’t believe it’s almost over,” he sighed as his lips moved away from my neck and he buried his face in my hair.
    “Your life isn’t
that
bad,” I teased, pulling away and looking into his face. The usual five o’clock shadow was there, but as I said the words I watched his vein which led to his tattoo covered collar bone pulse in irritation.
    “This sort of thing isn’t supposed to work,” he replied with his voice muffled in his arm as he looked away from me.
    “You mean you being famous and me being utterly and desperately normal.”
    “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
    “Evan,” I climbed out of his lap and forced him to face me, “you’re doing what you love. Please, don’t let me spoil that. That’s the last thing I want…”
    “You’re not spoiling anything…I just wish I could take you with me,” he answered with a shrug.
    “I’m sure you’d get sick of me quicker than you think,” I teased, and he rolled his eyes in response.
    “What worries me is what people say…in the media…the photo shoots…the music videos. I don’t want you to ever get the wrong idea.” He swallowed as his hand reached out to touch my cheek. “I want you to trust me.”
    “You haven’t given me a reason not to.”
    He retracted his hand and