This is based on a dream I had.
I met him at a museum in Berlin, standing in front of an artpiece that I knew way too well. I recognized him the minute I entered the room and what was starting as a joke ended somehow in a very serious conversation and a much more serious relationship.

This is the first chapter of maybe 3. The Painting mentioned is going to be made by myself as soon as I have a room and the materials.

Norman is very different from the real Norman. Or the Norman we all know. I don't know why my dream was giving me this version of him.

Berlin 2015

When I entered the room I saw him standing in front of a big picture. I knew that picture better than anybody ever will. It was mine. For the first time in my life i sold a big installment to an art museum in Berlin. Today was the first day it was shown to the public and I had my camera with me to make pictures for my own collection. And when I saw him standing there I had to take a picture of it. I knew who he was ass soon as I saw him. The messy long hair, the brought shoulders and the way he was standing. I didn't need to see his face to recognize my favorite actor.
It was a joke some days back when I read on the news that he was in Germany promoting one of his movies at the same time I was presenting my picture and being on a small holiday to visit friends and go to concerts. My friends were telling me:
"Yer gonna meet him. Just you wait." And I was actually planning on sneaking up at him on the red carpet but I knew that would be the wrong thing to do. I was no fangirl that kept creeping her idol out or that was stalking him. No I pretty much appreciated him as a person and was incredibly in love with his talent. And there was one side to him I always wanted to get to know better - his artist side. Because once, before he got so famous he was a painter, just like me. So seeing him standing there made me smirk and I decided to just go after him and look at my own picture as if I had never seen it before. When he saw me standing next to him he looked at me. And I really had a hard time not to make any weird noises or to faint. Because his eyes were so much better in real life than on screen or in pictures. And his beard. I just had no words so I just nodded as greeting and then looked back at this big canvas in front of me. with the black and white cracks and the little color spots. A picture I was working on for years and it was surrounded by little ones with the same effect but different colors. Every single one with another meaning. A deeper meaning for everyone that was able to interpret pictures. It was then, when I was staring at that little blue one, that he said: "This is an incredible work, don't you think?" Smiling I answered: "It is. It is not only huge but you can see so many things in it. What do you see when you look at it?" There was my chance. My way of getting to know this man better then any other fan ever would because talking about a passion, about art and about the meaning of pictures was like crawling into someones soul. When he spoke again his voice had changed into a deeper and more thoughtful one. "For me it represents hope. The way those white cracks are bursting through all the black and the colors that seem to spread from the middle of the crack. Just like some hope in dark times." I smiled and looked at him. His eyes were still fixed on the canvas. "And the little ones all have a different meaning. The blue one with the golden cracks is like freeing yourself from sadness. The red one with the dark cracks on the other side looks like having a heartbreak or the realisation that some things are ending. The way this whole thing is arranged.. It seems the painter wanted to show the good and bad in life and that some wounds, in this portrayed by the cracks, are leading to better things even so they may damage you at first." It was me that was staring at that man now. Was it possible that he just understood everything I painted on this 11 canvas installment?" He looked at me and said: "Oh sorry, I was just..when I see art I can't stop myself." His eyes apologizing for talking so much. I shook my head. "No. No. This was actually astonishing. Pretty good interpretation of this thing." He smiled. "Now what do you see?"
In my head I was chuckling at his wish to tell him what I see because as the painter I had a lot more to say. "Basically the same."
"Nah, come on. You have to see more than this."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because I saw the way you looked at me when I was talking. You were agreeing but there was something like "If only he knew" in your eyes."
Is it possible to fangirl over him without fangirling? Or to fall in love with him? "You really wanna do this? I just warn you." He nodded and his hand was pointing at the canvas. "Shoot." So I started talking about that canvas. I talked for 10 minutes or longer I lost track of time and it was him that was staring at me now. I could feel his eyes on my body. I could feel how he was turning his body so he would look at me instead of the picture. I saw him coming near me and when I finally looked at him without stopping to explain the installment to him, I saw how his mouth was slightly open and how his hand was playing with his beard. Things that would have made me nervous and incredibly freaking out in another situation. But this was my safe haven. This was my world. Art. It always was. There was no time for me to fangirl about this incredibly hot guy. When I finished he just said:
"Holy fuck."
I started laughing. "Sorry. I got carried away." "How did you see all this in such a short time?"
"I am the painter." His face was priceless. I had seen his surprised face on several movies, YouTube videos or pictures but seeing it in real was just too damn cute. He looked like I just gave him the holy grail. Maybe I did.
"What the fuck girl? You let me talk about this and would have made a fool of me if I would have said something wrong?" He was not angry but joking.
"No because you know what the things with pictures and art in general is? That everyone sees something different. Everyone sees what he needs to see. And as I understand it you need a bit hope." Woah! Wait, did I just randomly talk to my favorite actor about what he needs? I was going way too far. He nodded. "I guess you are right." That made me look at him in surprise. His eyes somewhat sad? What the fuck had happened to him?
"I think we all need hope. It is what keeps us goin'. So but, uhm, sorry. I never mentioned my name. I am Nicole." I had to change the topic before this was getting weird. "I am Norman." He reached out his hand and I grabbed and shook it. When I wanted to pull my hand back he grabbed it again looking at my tattoo. Fuck. He would make false conclusions. It was the same he had. "A star", he whispered.
"Yeah, you know, uhm, I know who you are. I knew the second I walked into this room but this tattoo has nothing to do with you. I know you have the same tattoo but I wanted it even before I knew who you were." He nodded. "Does it have a meaning to you?" My eyes met his and I said "Yeah." "Mine too."
We both looked at each other, my hand still in his and I felt a second hand holding my wrist. There was something to this I couldn't quiet name. Like a bonding over something so tiny as a little tattoo and something huge like my painting. We both looked at our hands now and for a split second I brushed my thumb over his star and pressed and he did the same. "Sometimes I wish that star wouldn't have the meaning it has." That is when I felt that deep melancholy feeling I was hiding so often move its way up to my eyes again. Because I myself wanted the meaning to be something different. So I just whispered. "I wish I would never had to get it in the first place but once it came to my mind I never let go of the thought of it. Because I needed it. A reminder."
Norman nodded. "You wanna go through the museum together? Let us talk about art some more." Of Course I agreed. Who wouldn't?

After 2 hours we were done walking through the museum talking about pictures and what we see in them. I was looking at him the whole time when he spoke because I liked the way his eyes were shining and his lips were moving. I loved how he held my hand the whole time as if it was the most natural thing he ever did. And on the other hand he was observing me while I spoke. When we came to the last room he said: "I think this was the deepest conversation I ever had with someone." And I looked at him. Part of me knowing what he means and my other part feeling sorry for him. I had pretty great friends with whom I could speak of deeper things in life and some of them were artists too. "Maybe I should give you my number, so you can always talk about art with someone", I suggested. His eyes looked sad but he smiled. "Yeah. That would be cool."
So I gave him my number. We were still holding hands. "Wanna go drink something with me?", he asked and I accepted.

We went to a little Caf we found next to the museum and were quiet for some bit. Until the silence was getting weird. "Tomorrow is your movie thing with that red carpet crap, right?" He laughed. "Red carpet crap? Girl you kill me. But yeah."
"It is true. Why are they doing this red carpet shit. I mean come on, you guys are all normal people. Not some sort of angels or gods or whatever and I believe none other creatures need a colored carpet to feel special." Norman started laughing and was holding his hands in front of his face. Mission accomplished. I wanted to wipe away this sad look on his face. "You are jealous?"
"Are you insane? Not ever. All this paparazzi and camera crap. No thank you. I would like to buy a cheeseburger without having 20 mobile phones or cameras stuck in my face."
"What I would give for this." He took a sip from his coffee and his other hand was lying on the table. And without thinking of it I laid mine over it and said: "You could always quit and do something else." He tangled his fingers with mine, his eyes fixed on my face. "I could. I am thinking of it but I don't want to make all my fans sad."
"If they are real fans they would never want you to be unhappy. They would want what is best for you. What would they have from you when you would be so burned out that you start getting sick? You are not 20 anymore." "Well thank you. I am not old either. But yeah...you are right."
He smiled and I drank from my Coffee. Slightly wondering where this whole thing was going to end? Why in gods name was I drinking coffee with him and holding hands with him? What does he even want with me? Suddenly my self esteem started knocking on my head like "Hello fuckhead what are you doing? No way he would ever like you with your bad skin, your fat and your scars. Let go of him." And that's what I did. I let go of his hand and sat back on my chair. ringing as much space between us as possible. Norman eyed me for a while. His hand still in the same place. Neither of us spoke. I was screaming inside because my hand felt so lonely without his touch. I was single for so long that every little touch was able to set me on fire. To set my heart on fire. But him? How often did I see a movie, a picture or an interview and thought: "Wow. What a man. He is perfect." Now here he was, with me and I was afraid of the whole situation. I wasn't surrounded by four walls and paintings. There were people and what if someone would take a picture? Norman followed my gaze when I looked at some girls with their phones directed at him. "Gosh. I hate this. I fuckin' hate it that they can't let you have some privacy." Norman smiled. "Well, we should go somewhere private then. Do you live nearby?"
I shook my head. "No. I am living 6 hours aways from here. I am staying at a hotel." "Me too. Mine is right at the Alexanderplatz. We can go there."
I nodded. Somehow I didn't want to leave him alone. "I have to go to a concert this evening but we still have two hours left before I need to go."
"What concert?"
"Oh it's from a friend of another friend of mine. We met when I visited her and he has quiet a nice voice. She is coming too. So it will be really lovely I guess. You could join if you want."
He was already standing up and grabbing his jacket and then hold his hand in front of me to help me up. I took it and we walked out to catch the next subway to his hotel. My brain was telling me again that I was stupid going with him but my heart was telling me that he needed this. That I needed this and that it was nice to have someone to talk to. And just maybe we could get something like a friendship out of it. Maybe I was hoping but hope was the only thing that kept me alive. Without the hope for miracles and good things I would have given up a very long time ago.

We entered his room and it was quiet shocking how big it was in comparison to mine. With fame comes a bit more luxury and when I saw his bed I started smiling and just said: "Sorry. I just need to", and started walking to his bed and throwing myself onto it. He was laughing and his hands resting on his hips. "You act like a kid."
"Fuck you. It is been years that I slept into a queen-size bed. I slept on only a mattress for years and bought a normal bed just recently and this just feels like heaven!" If it was able to make his smile even bigger than I managed to do that. Suddenly he was kicking his boots off his feet, his jacket was off too and he was walking towards the bed and let himself fall next to me. "Are you always this comfortable with people?", I asked.
"No. But I like you. You make me crazy."
Pah! I laughed at this and just hold my breath to calm me down which wasn't able because that motherfucker was trying to tickle me. I started struggling against him and he suddenly throw himself on top of me, grinning and I punched his arm and shoulders to make him stop but he didn't. Tears were running down my face and I couldn't stop laughing. Suddenly he grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head. I was too shocked to do anything. My laughing suddenly stopping. My breath heavier then ever before. I looked at him. He looked at me. He wasn't grinning anymore and I saw how his eyes went to my lips and back up and I knew from all the movies, from all the writing and of course from my own experiences that this was going to end in a kiss. Suddenly I started struggling again. No! No I couldn't let that happen.
He let go of my hands and I tried to push him away but I couldn't. Because the way his eyes went from blue to grey nearly broke my heart. There was something so broken in it. And again: WHAT THE FUCK HAD HAPPENED? He never looked like this on the screen. At least not that I knew of.
"I'm sorry.", he suddenly spoke and wanted to get up but I held his shirt and rested my other hand under his chin. "Don't. I don't know you. You don't know me. But I can see that something is bothering you. So talk if you want."
He shook his head. I don't know why I did it but I started stroking his cheek and he closed his eyes for a moment. "I am sorry", he whispered. "No need for that. You just caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting this."
"But you are a fangirl. All of you are expecting me to be like this." Holy fuck, what?
I took his face in both of my hands and he opened his eyes again. "Norman, you listen to me now. I am one of your fans, yes. Because you are talented and such a nice guy. You care for your fans and you always try to be there for them but at the end of the day you are still a human being with needs and with moods. You are still allowed to lash out, to get drunk, to say NO and for fucks sake when they want sex with you just because you are fucking hot they really have no idea. You are HUMAN and you can't just fuck everybody and if you don't want to speak to a girl or a guy or whatever creature is your fan, you don't. God, I don't know how often I told my friends that I would want you to have your peace and that I would support you whenever you decide to stop your acting career. Norman, when I saw you standing in front of my painting I didn't expect anything! Nothing! I would have totally understand if you would have said nothing at all. Okay? And for that matter I wouldn't expect you to kiss someone like me or for gods sake fuck me. No. Not at all."
I could see all kind of different emotions running across his face. Shock, anger, sadness and at last something like surprise. "Why would you say that?"
"say what?"
"That I won't kiss someone like you?" He was obviously confused. I let his face go and pointed my head to the side to make him go away from me and lie next to me.
what he did. I took off my shoes and then went back to the bed, my back against the headboard, my knees to my chest. I didn't like to say those things out loud.
"Because I saw your girlfriends. They were models. And I am nothing like that. My body is completely damaged. Completely fucked up. I already lost a lot of weight but it is still not good enough for someone like you. And all those scars. No. I really wouldn't want you to see that because you need someone wonderful, cute and hot looking at your site. Not that I am reading much into this day here. Just sayin'."
"The hell girl? What the fuck did happen to you that you speak about yourself like you are nothing? Don't you know how incredible you are? I had to hold back kissing you in that museum with all your art talk. And for fucks sake did you see your eyes? I fucking love that creepy blue of yours. Because sometimes they are grey. I saw it, when I touched that star. The color changed." I nodded. Yeah my eyes do that.
"But.."
"No. Shut up." He moved towards me and was sitting next to me. "I want to kiss you. Like fucking yesterday."
I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you dare talk to me like you are Daryl Dixon you fucker. You can articulate yourself in your own language or do I have to talk irish to yeh?"
He chuckled. "Sorry."
He grabbed my hand and played with the ring on my thumb and touched the tattoo again. Then he took my hand to his mouth. Kissing it. I looked at him and I would lie if I say I wouldn't want to kiss him. Because I do. I really fucking wanted his lips on mine. His head was already coming closer and he looked at me once more and then closed his eyes, pressing his lips on mine. His hand grabbing my neck, pulling me closer to him. It was a gentle kiss and it ended very soon. He looked at me again, his hand still resting at my neck. And I looked at him. I stopped thinking and just crashed my lips against his. I felt him smiling and slightly parting his lips and so did I. Our tongues first tapped at each others, shyly tasting the other and then we started kissing more passionate. He was moving his body but never letting go of my mouth and he placed himself in front of me, resting between my legs. Somehow sitting, half lying. I had no idea what he was doing but I didn't care. I just kissed him. I felt his beard rubbing against my face, felt his hand on my neck, slightly grabbing my hair and I felt his other hand on my cheek. We parted to breathe and he was moving again, pulling me down so I would lay down. He lay down too, shoving one arm underneath my back and one over my head, playing with my hair. I tangled our legs together and grinned when he whispered: "Koala."
"Sorry, I should have given you a warning. I am very clingy."
"I don't mind that."
"Good."
He kissed my cheek and slowly made his way to my neck but stopped before he put a kiss underneath my ear. Then he whispered "Thank you."
"What for?" His face came into my view again and he said: "That you wouldn't expect me to do anything."
"You are welcome and by the way you are not a whore! Jesus, I think I really need to knock some sense in your fans. I should start a campaign or something." Norman giggled. "Are you my pitbull?"
"Mister Reedus I think you are going way too far here. I am your guardian angel you idiot!" We both laughed and he kissed me again. This time the kiss was more intense. He was playing with my ear and his other hand was wandering over my side which made me go crazy. I had goosebumps all over my skin. My right hand was buried in his hair and my left hand stroking his back. Until I felt something grow inside his pants and I smiled while he kissed me. "What are you smiling at?", he asked. "Nothing." Norman looked at me and then started moving his hip against my middle. "Is this 'nothing'?" "I wouldn't say that. I haven't seen it yet." That face I saw in front of me after saying this was worth every wordplay. Norman shook his head and chuckled again. I was going nuts inside my head. All those thoughts were freaking me out. Where is this going? Is this like the fanfictions my group of friends wrote? Is this reality or am I dreaming? Do I really want this?
"You are thinking too loud", Norman stated. His finger tipping on my forehead.
"What is in there?"
"A rollercoaster that can't decide what to do."
"You are nervous."
I nodded and slapped myself. What did I learn about him? He has a thing for nervous girls. He had said that when he had to play the sex scene in "Tough Luck." "I'm sorry. Didn't want you to feel uncomfortable but you know I am easily aroused."
"Which is a good thing, Norman. It is okay. Don't apologize. It is a compliment in some kind of way."
Normans eyebrows were raised and he lifted his body with his arms and watched me confused. "Compliment?"
My legs let go of his and he was sitting back on his knees while I was sitting up too. "Yeah that you would get an erection with someone like me."
A more confused look. "Nicole, really. Shut the fuck up. It is true, I never was with someone that was not skinny or a model but where did that lead me? I am 46 and single. I am 46 and there is no fucking model at my side. Is there? They all just...None of them was able to deal with me for long."
My heart was suddenly aching and my mind was flooded with all the pictures I saw of him. He was right. He was still single.
"What happened to your last girlfriend?"
"She left me some month ago. She is with someone younger and with even more money than me." I nodded. "I am sorry."
He let his breath slip out of his mouth and I moved towards him, grabbing his hand.
"You know, I would love to be a part of your life. And I don't say that because I am a fangirl. I say it to the man that is sitting here, with me, and who let all his walls down for once. Who is not hiding behind sunglasses and an angry look on his face or silly dances and licking faces. I am talking to the guy that I met at the museum. The one that needed hope."
Norman closed his eyes, his hand still in mine and I pressed the little star. "I am so tired. That is why I am staying longer in Germany than I have to. I need a break. And even so people know me all over the world it is different in other countries. I need time to think about stuff. About acting. About my dreams."
I didn't like this. I didn't like the way his voice sounded and how broken he looked. That was so wrong! He was so beautiful. Seeing this nearly made me cry. But I was strong enough for this. I could pull this through. It is what I always did. Be strong for others and then be strong for yourself. It was ridiculous. It is only been hours that I met him and I already would fight for him and be there for him.
That's what comes with the package. Once someone earned my trust and earned my attention they would never have to deal with stuff alone. My mind was rushing to several possibilities what to do next and the only thing my heart came up with was: HUG HIM! That is what I did. He was a hugger. He always said that. But I guess no one understood that he was doing it because HE NEEDED it. I hugged him, tight. I pressed him against my body. My mouth resting on his shoulder. I pulled away his shirt there and kissed the little cross on his collarbone. After seconds his arms were slung around my body and his fingers buried in my skin. This would leave bruises but i didn't care. His head buried in my neck. I could feel how his heart was beating in his chest and how he started to relax. As id he had to let go of all the things that had made him tense. We sat like this for a long time until I could feel his grip getting softer and his mouth was putting kisses to my neck. My only thought was: Thank God he didn't start crying. Because that would have been too much. Norman let go of me and slowly I was letting go of him, but as soon as I did I grabbed his face and kissed him. He immediately kissed back and opened his mouth. Our tongues dancing and I decided that I wanted to feel a bit more. My hands were resting on his hips and I slowly shoved them under his shirt, feeling the skin on his stomach, his sides and brushing against the spot his tattoo was on his chest. Norman stopped the kiss to pull his shirt off. I smiled because I loved his bare chest and already was touching him before he was back to putting his tongue where it was seconds ago. My hands wandered to his back, moving up and down his spine which made his breathing a bit heavier and again our lips parted. "If you don't stop, I can't stop."
To shut him up I took off my shirt too. This was a big deal for me because I hated when people saw me naked. When say saw the stretchmarks from my weight problems. My eating disorder. This was my problem. I loved being touched and I loved sex but I always had this weird thoughts in my head. But right at that moment I just wanted him.
Norman automatically grabbed my neck and pulled my to him and kissed me again. One hand was resting over my heart and slowly pulling down the cup of my bra, the other hand was opening it. When Norman touched my nipple I was completely convinced that I would die in the process of having sex with him. I was not going to survive this.
When he strived my bra off my body he didn't miss any spot to touch. His hands never leaving my skin. He was rolling both nipples in his fingers now which made me grab his hair and moan out. For a moment he let go off my nipples and I watched him as he looked at me. My hands moving to his belt, to get rid of those unnecessary clothing. Why was he wearing clothes? When I started opening his pants he moved to the edge of the bed to stand up to make it easier. I moved with him, sitting on the edge of the bed and I smiled. Perfect height. I pulled down his pants and started laughing. Tie-dyed Tighty Whiteys. Those things would haunt me forever. "Fuck. I forgot I am wearing those", he whispered. "I am just glad you are not wearing a pink robe right now or a corset." He chuckled. I kissed his stomach and let my fingers hook into his underwear, before pulling it down too. Norman stepped out of both and stripped off his socks too. He was now completely naked and I was getting red. For fucks sake why did he look like this? There goes my sanity. His manhood was immense. And I couldn't help myself but touch it the minute I could move again.
I stroked it and heard that he was moaning and making little sounds of pleasure.
That set my whole body on fire. His hands were now buried in my long hair. I looked up to him and he looked down on me. His whole eyes filled with lust. I stopped touching him, stood up and made him step back a bit before I knelt down in front of him. "Fuck", he whispered. I took his dick in my mouth. All at once. I didn't care that I was halfway choking myself. one of my hands resting at his tights and the other one playing with his balls. I started moving my head which made him moan even louder. After a while I let go of him, licked away the precome and stood up. "Girl you drive me insane."
Smiling I whispered: "Payback for driving me insane since I saw you as Daryl Dixon."
"You are wearing too many clothes."He knelt in front of me and opened my jeans. He pulled it down together with my panties and my socks and then pushed me back so that I was sitting at the edge of the bed. He was spreading my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Normans hand was now resting above my middle. He looked and I nodded.
He was waiting for a yes. He touched my clit and I moaned and threw my head back for a minute when I felt that his finger was replaced by his tongue. I had to see this. And I was already halfway there, when I saw him doing this. To me. Norman stopped for a second and then pushed one finger into me. "Fuck", I whispered as he added a second finger and then started licking me again. It didn't take me long till I felt that incredible feeling rush through my body and making me say his name louder than ever before. When my orgasm was over he pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. His mouth then found mine again and I was trying to move us unto the bed again until we were both lying and he on top of me. "I want you", he whispered in my ear and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. "And I need you", I whispered back. He kissed me one more time before reaching over to the nightstand and opening the little box that was standing on it. He took a condom out of it. I smiled. I started stroking him until he was ready to roll the condom over his penis.
Norman looked at me and kissed me again. "I want to go slow", he said.
"Okay. I thought you were more the rough sex guy."
Norman grinned. "Yeah I am but today I need some flower sex."
I chuckled. "This is okay with me. I already had my pleasure." He nodded and placed himself between my legs, one arm holding his weight, while the other one was playing with my nipple. I felt him push into me very slow as if he was afraid to break something. And it was then that I knew he wanted this to be slow because it wasn't me that he was afraid of breaking. He was afraid to break himself. It was one thing to have angry and rough sex with someone but slow most of the time means to feel every little detail. To feel more than the body feels. And I would let him have this. Even so I would love to see his animal side.
I moved my legs up and crossed them behind his back. He was pushing deeper now and he moved slowly out and in again. His breath only slightly heavier than normal. He looked at me and stopped for a second. His blue eyes fixed on mine and for a second I thought I was drowning. What was he doing?
When he didn't stop I would completely fall in love with him. He didn't stop. He stared at me and then moved again. I closed my eyes to break this connection and was glad when he started moving a bit faster and started kissing me again. When I opened my eyes the next time he was smiling, his lips slightly parted and his eyes dark and passionate. I could feel him getting harder and I knew I wouldn't have a second orgasm with this slow speed but this was okay. I was satisfied to see tis beautiful face in front of me. To feel him. When he came his face looked relieved and he bit down on my shoulder to not make any sound. I stroked his head and back and kissed the side of his head. Norman started kissing my neck and my cheek. He pulled out of me, throwing the condom to the ground and placed himself next to me.

He opened his arms and was telling me to move closer and I did. Cuddling after Sex. Okay. Any more surprises for the day?
"Sorry", he said.
"For what?"
"That you didn't have a second orgasm." That made me laugh. "Uhm thank you but I had one. More than with other guys."
He eyes me confused. "What?"
"Not every guy would care for a girl like you did. You made sure to make me come first. Others just, ya' know, get there pleasure."
"Idiots. I don't like those guys. A girl is your queen. You need to take care of her."
"See. You are my king now." We both chuckled and he pulled me closer and kissed me.
"But I never thought you are such a teddy bear."
That face I got for this was priceless. He was torn between laughing and getting angry but then decided to just snort.
"Nicole?"
"Hm?"
"Is it possible to fall in love with someone you just met?"
Well...that made my stomach twist so much that I just stared at him and my mind searching for an answer that wouldn't sound too stupid.
"I guess so?"
"Girl, I think you are turning my world upside down." Normans eyes were serious and his voice thoughtful. "Man, you have no idea. I just thought that I don't want to leave your side ever again."
"Then don't."
That's when it happened. I let fall every piece of my wall and just let him see me.

My real me. That one he saw in the museum. "Good. Because I am fucking in love with you."
"And I am falling in love with you. I just...this whole day.. that was just too incredible."
I nodded and kissed him.