When it's time for him to leave, it's after one in the morning. Celine walks him to the door and wishes, wishes more than anything that he could stay even one minute longer. She bitesher lip. "Rene, what do you think of my idea. Really think of it? Don't just tell me what I want tohear." "I've never put your feelings before the truth, Celine." He assures. "Sing in French! Yourheart and gut are telling you to do it, and I know that when your heart is moved, the entire audience feels it." The warmth pools low in her stomach this time. She rubs the back of her neck and swallows. "Thank you." He leans towards her and for just one second, she's sure that he's going to kiss her. She's been waiting for him to for over a year. The electricity crackles between them, hot and wild. She licks across her lip."And the outfit I chose?" "You are spectacular in everything. Your voice is so staggering, they'll be stupid not to recognize the power even if you're wearing a potato sack." He assures, his hand rubbing down her arm. "So I'd win, wearing nothing at all?" His eyes slip and look her over in a way that makes her want to melt. Rene nods. "But I prefer the outfit you've decided on to nothing." He kisses her on both cheeks and she savors the feeling of his warm, soft lips on her skin.Saying goodbye to him is the worst part of every day together. If she could find the words, find areason, she'd beg him to stay. But he's too good for that. Too much of a gentleman.
