get turned on.
“Our life is about to get crazy,” Stephan comments, breaking the peaceful silence. “Well, I guess your life is already crazy.”
I know what Stephan's concerns are. He's never been in the spotlight before. If he does this, he will no longer have a normal life.
“I don't have to do this, if you’re not comfortable with it,” I tell him. “Just say the word, and I'll back out.”
“Scarlett, do not back out of this, especially not because of me,” he says quickly. “If I thought I couldn't handle it, I wouldn't be with you. But I would never ask you to give up your career.”
But I would give it up for him. He means more than anything. But I’m glad I don’t have to, because I love what I do. I sigh happily into his chest.
I want to tell him that I love him, but I am too scared. I don't want anything to ruin this magical moment that I'm having with him. If I had the ability to freeze time, I would.
Stephan gently caresses my hair. “The week that you were in LA was so hard. I don't know what I would do without you.”
“I'm sorry that I left.” And I am. Even though I know Stephan has completely forgiven me, things aren't the same as they were. Our relationship feels different, and I know that I’m to blame.
“It's okay to be broken, Scar. I'm broken too. You just got to learn that sometimes it’s okay to depend on other people.”
I can feel the tears build up, but I blink them away. I don't want to cry.
“You have to do this to move forward. At least you're trying to move. I'm not. I've been stuck in the same rut for three years now. Ever since my dad died…” His voice breaks, and I can tell this is a hard conversation for him to have. “I know what I have to do, but I'm not strong enough. I wish that I was half as brave as you.”
“I'm only brave because of you. I could not do this without your support, Stephan. I'm chicken. Even now, I am scared to death . My chest feels like a ton of bricks are sitting on it, and I'm having problems taking a deep breath. I just want this over with,” I admit.
“You are not chicken.” Stephan kisses the top of my head.
“Do you think it's a good idea to have Alec film this? Should the whole world really see?” I ask him, and I realize that I trust his judgment.
“It's hard to say one way or the other. Part of me thinks it's a very personal conversation to be on TV. But at the same time, you're getting your side of the story told. Don't you think your parents are going to try to sell this?”
“They definitely would.” He's right, and I already feel better about my decision. “Thank you.”
“Oh, I'm sure you will find some way to make up for my help,” he replies, kissing my forehead. “I saw Agnes put the rest of the whip cream in the fridge.”
I can't help but giggle. I know that he's joking. I love how he can cheer me up with his cheesy lines. It's just one of the many things that I love about him.
And now I'm thinking about sex with him.
“What are you thinking?” Stephan asks, noticing my silence.
I feel my face flush. “Umm...” I try to think of something, anything other than what I'm really thinking . But I can't.
Stephan pushes me back a little so he can see my face. “You're blushing...”
I clear my throat.
“Tell me.”
I once again hide my face in his chest. I decide to be brave and just say it.
“I was thinking about what it would be like to make love to you.”
My head is on his chest, so I can hear Stephan's heart rate accelerate, and I can't help but smile. I love that I can affect him like this.
“You can't say stuff like that to me, Scarlett. I want you so bad I can hardly stand it sometimes,” he admits.
“Then what's stopping you?” I challenge him. I'm so bad. I shouldn't be like this.
“I guess I'm scared I won't be good enough.”
This causes me to sit up. “What do you mean?”
“I mean...” he pauses, and I can tell he's embarrassed. “You've probably been with a