HIS P.O.V

Just knowing they were in the same room together made his heart race. He could see her, on the far side of the room, her back turned as she was chatting with their director and producer. He had to be near her. He needed her close enough to breathe in her heavenly scent. He wanted nothing more than to trace a finger so gently down her arm and embrace the tingles that filled his body as he caressed the softest skin he had ever felt.

As he worked his way across the room toward her, navigating through the dozens of people standing between him and the woman of his dreams, he began to imagine staring into those gorgeous green eyes. Deep pools of colour that hold so much. So much hope, so much kindness, so much love, all mixed in with her wildest dreams and fears. Green eyes that truly were the windows to her soul. Just the thought of those eyes looking back at him gave him chills and made him move faster amongst the crowd.

He was close now. But something made him stop, urging him to just watch and take in the vision before him. Her dark brown wavy hair, pinned in a low side ponytail, rested on her right shoulder exposing the left side of her perfectly sculptured neck and jawline framing her striking cheekbones. Radiating like an angel, her white knee length cocktail dress fitted her body perfectly, clinging to all the right places and showing off her exquisitely placed curves. She was stunning. Completely magical in every way.

But there was more to it than that. There was more to her than that. It wasn't just a physical attraction. They had connected on a deeper level. Fully and completely comfortable with each other, they would talk and laugh for hours at every opportunity. It was easy with her. But he wasn't sure she felt the same for him as he did for her. She cared for him, that he knew, but how deep that care ran was something only she would know.

It was wrong. He was well aware of that. He shouldn't be having these feelings. He was married and she most definitely was not his wife. These feelings had created turmoil inside his heart and head as he tried to decipher between love and lust. Or was it just intimacy he was craving, the feeling of her body against his?

They'd been working together for over a year now and had become close friends. So close that people had started calling him her shadow, which he secretly didn't mind. Friends would joke that they were hooking up backstage, that they were destined for an epic love, and every time they would deny it. As far as anyone knew it wasn't true. But he couldn't deny that what he was feeling was real.

He stood there watching her for what felt like an eternity but at the same time it wasn't nearly long enough. And then it happened. She turned ever so slightly towards him, as if feeling his presence nearby, dress and hair moving with her toned body accordingly, and she looked at him. They locked eyes instantly and the world seemed to disappear leaving just the two of them and all the space between.

He felt his breath catch in his throat and didn't dare will it out. He would pass out before he would let this moment end. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she smiled. She flashed him the brightest and most blindingly beautiful smile he had ever seen. And it was just for him. It lit up the entire room and his world like a blazing supernova sending a wave of warmth over him until he was able to breathe again.

That was it. The sign he was waiting for. Suddenly nothing else mattered. In that very moment he knew, with every fiber of his being, that he was hers. His mind, body, heart and soul belonged to her. She was the one. He was in. He was all in. Now all that was left to do was find out if she felt the same.

HER P.O.V

She was excited. Tonight was a big night. Surrounded by so many people all wanting a piece of her. But she was only thinking of one. She knew he was there somewhere, she could feel him. She didn't know how, she just knew deep down that he was there and he was close. She felt calm and at peace when he was around, as if he was grounding her somehow. He was her tether to the earth. No matter how high she soared he was there to bring her back down.

She took him at his word when he said he wouldn't miss this for anything. He was so supportive of her even though he didn't need to be. She was lucky to have a friend like him. Someone new and exciting in her life that had no connection to or personal investment in her past. He was the breath of fresh air she so desperately needed.

It scared her a little how quickly she trusted him and let him in. He was in her heart instantly with almost no resistance at all. She had never felt this comfortable with another man before. She didn't know what to make of it. He was just a friend though, she knew it wouldn't go any further than that, even though her friends insisted on speculating otherwise.

Sometimes she would catch herself thinking about what it would be like for her to be his and for him to be hers. For her to be the only woman in his life. To spend the night with him with no regrets or consequences. To wake up in the morning in his loving arms and know she was exactly where she was meant to be and who she was meant to be with.

But he never would be hers. He had a wife and a son. A family that loved him and depended on him. And even though that stung a little she would never even think to ask him to leave them. She wouldn't be the one to tear their family apart. She knew what that felt like and wouldn't dare cause someone else that kind of pain.

That still didn't stop the flutter in her stomach and chest every time he laughed a little too hard at one of her jokes, when he would sing to her on stage every night or the way his soft blonde hair flopped around when he would move his head too quickly, the way he looked into her eyes so intently she felt he was looking directly into her soul. He really was something else.

Suddenly she felt a need to turn around as if there was something that required her attention. She shifted slightly to her left, glancing over her shoulder, and there he was. Looking ever so handsome in his tailored navy blue suit, she wondered how long he had been standing there, with that dopey smile on his adorable face.

But there he was and she felt a wide smile spread across her face when she spotted him. Just seeing him so close by relaxed her immediately and she felt safe. She felt she could conquer the world when he was by her side. Perfect casting on her directors part when it came to her onstage love interest.

All she wanted to do right then was run over to him and wrap her arms around his neck and hold him as tight as she could. To feel his arms snake around her waist and envelope her in the warm and strong embrace she had come to love and crave. She wouldn't though. All she could do was try and convey these feelings to him with her smile. And by the look on his face, she'd succeeded.

She felt the familiar tightening ache in her heart and took a deep breath not wanting to break eye contact with the man who made her feel so alive. She wasn't quite sure what these feelings were or what they meant but she would not act on them. Not for as long as he belonged to someone else. That simple fact alone was enough to break her heart.