Falling For You In Cape May

THIRTEEN

Maine

Babe.

I don't know about that, it's a little bit overused, but hey, if he wants to be called by that endearment, then so be it. What's important is that, he wants me.

He wants me.

I couldn't believe that he wants to be with me. Me! Out of all those beautiful women I saw with him on the photos, he wants me! Hah!

We enjoyed  the Adobo dinner and RJ is praising it left and right.  I am so glad that the food I prepared turned out pretty amazing. Thanks Mom for your recipe! Who would have thought that your recipe box will land me a man! If there is one regret that I have right now is that I won't be able to share my happiness wit my mom, and let her see how precious this man sitting in front of me is.

I sighed at the thought that my mom missed the day that I actually have a special someone. We talked about it often, she always tell me that, I just have to wait, because of fate - what's meant to be will always find its way, no matter how far the distance. And she's right, who would have thought that I will meet RJ here, in Cape May, of all places! He's an actor in the Philippines and I am executive in New York, living our lives in two separate worlds. Then circumstances brought us here to this beautiful place. We were both at the right place at the right time and everything else just fall in place, if that's not fate, then I don't know what it is.

"Babe, would you like the rice in a container or should I just leave it in the cooker?" RJ asked, pulling me out of my musings.

"Oh, in a container. Here, let me put it." I said, standing up from the dining table taking my glass of Moscato with me. RJ insisted that he clean up after dinner since I 'slaved' over cooking for him.

I take a container from the cupboard and began transferring the rice. I gave the pot from the cooker to him and he placed it in the dishwasher.

I sat on top of the kitchen counter, close to where the sink is and took a sip of my wine.

"So tell me, how was it like to be an actor? Oh wait, let me rephrase that, how is it like to be a very famous actor?" I asked, stressing on the word 'very'.

"At first, it was fun and exciting, because everything is new to me - movies, TV, commercials, photoshoots -I have the energy, doing it fuels me up. But if you're doing it for eight years nonstop, it gets tiring. I am tired. It's not fun anymore, little by little you'll realize that it's work. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do but I can't do it the way I was doing it before, I am older, I get tired. I mean money is really good, that's why I guess my management just kept on pushing."

I look at him and saw the tiredness in his eyes. I guess just by talking, he remembers. I reach out to caress his cheek. He moved towards me, and stood in between my legs, touching our foreheads together. He placed his hands on both my thighs and started rubbing. That feels good.

"Is that why you said, you had a burnout? You're just tired? Physically and emotionally?" I asked cupping his face with my palm.

He nodded. His breath smells like the Moscato wine. I gave his lips a quick kiss. I am getting good at this.

"It must be hard too, to be always followed. You know, by your fans, your security, your entourage. Do you even have time for yourself? I mean for privacy?"

He shook his head, lips pouting.

"I am tired, just thinking about it. I'm glad your management allowed you to take hiatus." I put my arms above his shoulders and just lay them there. He touched our foreheads again, our nose touching. I love this intimacy.