FIVE: ROMANCE ON TOUR

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About a month after our trip to Cancún, Adonis and I were talking alone in the darkened bunk area of the tour bus. I was lying in my bed, one of the upper bunks, and he was standing next to me with his elbow on the bunk. I was laying on my stomach and looking over at him, my butt sticking up in the air. It was hilarious watching him try and keep his eyes away from where he really wanted them to be. I didn't really care, though. I, too, was distracted. He was just close enough for me to lean over and kiss him.

Suddenly, the door separating the bunks from the lounge area slapped open, making us both jump. His father, Abraham, was supposed to be driving the bus. Instead, here he was, looming in the doorway and glaring at us.

Abraham didn't say a word. He looked at Adonis, Adonis looked back at him, and then he walked on through the bunk area to the back of the bus.

Later, Adonis told me that his father asked what we were doing. "Nothing, Pops," he said he had told him. "We was just talking."

"It didn't look like nothing," his father snapped back. "You don't want to make people think that something's going on between you and Selena."

Adonis apologized and Abraham never said anything to me about it. To him, I was still a nice, sweet girl; a friend of the family. He thought that he could trust his son around his me and vice versa.

What he didn't know was that our feelings for each other had begun to build after that trip to Mexico, despite the constant scrutiny of Adonis's parents and the other band members within the close quarters of the tour bus.

I hadn't meant for any of this to happen, really. As I boarded the tour bus for the first time after our trip to Cancún, I had firmly reminded myself that becoming involved with Adonis would bring nothing but trouble for the both of us-and to The Delegation as well. I was resolved not to let that happen.

The minute his luminous, light eyes met mine, however, and he greeted me with a cheesy grin and a big bear hug, I felt my defenses melt away. From then on, I decided to be open to anything that happened. My feelings for Adonis were so overwhelming that I knew I had to give our relationship a one hundred percent chance.

Adonis clearly felt the same way. Just as it had felt so natural to sit beside him on the plane from Mexico and hold hands while we talked, it felt natural now for us to spend as much time together as we could.

Before that trip to Mexico, I had kept a professional distance from him. Onstage, Adonis sang up front while I was off in my own world, playing guitar and adjusting to this whole new life. Offstage, I saw him only with his family and other members of the band. Between gigs, I often stayed with Mercedes when we were rehearsing or playing in Virginia Beach, and sometimes Adonis might join us to watch TV or talk for a little while, but that was it.

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