Chapter 2

My days with Craig were easy and pleasurable. We kissed, we laughed, we sang, and we drew. We made art. At the end of the fifth day, we went out to a ridiculously fancy restaurant.

He was wearing a button down white shirt with a hot pink tie and black pants. He had applied a small amount of mascara to his eyes to make their dark drown hue richer.

I was wearing a short aqua dress that hugged my curves and accented my white blonde hair. I had spent a total of three hours meticulously curling my hair, and trying to make my makeup as elegant as possible.

Lexii had cried when she saw us together and declared us the sexiest beings in town.

The date was fantastic. The piano man had asked for requests. And when I asked for 'Harder Than You Know' Craig hummed softly. He rubbed my thigh under the table. Never breaking eye contact.

The cab took us back to his hotel. I was slightly surprised. But at the same time, I knew it was coming. As soon as the door closed we were a tangle of arms and legs. Collapsing onto the bed. Pressing out bodies intimately close. He slipped my dress off desperately and I undid the buttons as if my life depended on it.

"You're so beautiful." He said wondrously.

Then we melted into each other.

In the morning light we were snuggled together under the sheets.

"Kayte darling?" he murmured brushing his lips against my shoulder softly. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him pulling him close.

"Angle?" our noses touched and we kissed. It was gloriously silky and tender.

"Will you come with me?" He looked at me. Staring into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked tracing circles on his chest.

"On my tour."

I looked up shocked. "Sweet, that's a big . . . step. I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"I love you. I thought you loved me. Unless last night meant nothing to you." He rolled over on top of me. His long black hair shielded my view from anything other than his face.

"Craig . . . "

"Do you?"

"I can't just leave . . . I have friends and family here. I-I'm sorry." His eyes grew cold.

"Right. Well I have to pack." He turned away from me. In the early morning sun I could've sworn I saw a tear fall.

I left the hotel. Feeling empty and lost.