STILL THE ONE

Chapter 6 - Enough Of The Conversation

I'm into it
Whatever trouble that you're thinking, I could get into it
I see a king-sized bed in the corner, we should get into it
All of the things I wanna do to you is infinite
I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it
I'm into it, I'm into it

Whatever trouble that you're thinking
I could get into it (I'm into it)
I see a king-sized bed in the corner
We should get into it (I'm into it)
Enough of the conversation, baby, let's get into it (I'm into it)
I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it

The gravity can't hold us, your hands are outer space
I can't make sense of nothing, oh
This couch is getting smaller, but it's my favorite place
Don't even ask the question, you know what I'm gonna say

She woke up and went to stretch then realised she was being pinned to the bed by Shawn's arm. Her heart jolted. She had asked him to stay. She turned to watch him sleep. He looked like a little boy, not the fricken sex God he'd become. She couldn't believe the things he did to her, and the way he made her feel, so free and easy, like she could do anything with him. She trusted him to do whatever he wanted with her body, and he was the same in return. It was hot and crazy and incredible. It was also so stupid of them, with everything they had going on, and there was no way she could go on doing this with him and keep her heart out of it. Well, it never had been. She still had feelings for him, and he'd said the same before they'd even had sex that first time in Toronto. It had just, for some strange reason, never been mentioned again. She pondered that for a moment, and wondered if that was why they were so frantic with each other, as if they were avoiding the emotional attachment, leaving a big empty space where it should be and filling it up with mind blowing sex so they wouldn't notice it.

With a thumping heart she looked at his face and felt an overwhelming wave of tenderness. Shit, she couldn't do this right now, it was too much. She wriggled out from under his arm and was almost free when he gripped her arm and held her still.

"Where do you think you're going Karla?"

She smiled at him using not only her real name, but the name he used for her in his phone. She leaned her mouth close to his ear and whispered. "Let me go Raul, I have to go pee." He chuckled and removed his arm, then opened his eyes and rolled onto his stomach and elbows, watching her as she slid out of the bed, naked, and walked towards the bathroom.

"I feel like we're in a telenovela when we use those names," he called as she walked off, and she laughed at the thought, stopping at the door, sliding her arm up the jamb and looking over her shoulder.

"We can't do this anymore Raul, they will find out, and they will kill us both."

She tossed her head and sauntered sexily and dramatically into the bathroom, throwing him one last look before closing the door on his laughter.

***

He smiled as he heard her giggle on the other side of the door and flopped over onto his back, his arms folded beneath his head as he gazed up at the ceiling. What were they doing? He should be the happiest guy alive, he was having the best sex of his life, and lots of it, with the girl he'd fallen in love with when he was sixteen and fantasised about ever since. A girl who guys, and girls, all around the world drooled over. Hot, sexy, beautiful, goofy, talented and amazing. But he didn't care about that, he just loved her. He didn't know why, it was like it was in his DNA, and had been laying dormant in the three years he hadn't seen her, until he saw her in Toronto and then it was reactivated. What was he supposed to do with that? They weren't living in a normal world any more, they couldn't just date or anything, not without having a range of meetings with management and record companies and public relations people to find out if it would be acceptable. And lets say they DID do that, what would they say? What if they said no, it's the worst thing that you could do, it'd kill your careers? Or worse, what if they said yes, they thought it was a good idea and they 'managed' their love-life, how would they even know what was real any more?