"Wow," Shane sighed, collapsing next to her on the bed. He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. And I thought the kiss was good…

He snaked his arm around her waist and kissed her neck softly.

"Get off me," Victoria said sharply. She pushed his arm away from her and sat up, collecting her clothing and pulling them back on quickly.

He stared at her in amazement. "Are you kidding me?"

He pulled on his boxers quickly and intercepted her at the door.

"Get out of my way. I have to go," she ordered him, trying to duck passed him.

"No," he replied, trapping her between the wall and his arms. "What the hell is your problem? You treat me like shit, then you sleep with me, and now you're just going to treat me like shit again? What the hell did I ever do to you?"

"You're an asshole to me, too!"

"I wasn't until you made me completely miserable! Then, yeah, I got fed up with you," he reminded her. "You could at least have the decency to tell me why! And why you came here to have sex with me if you hate me so much."

"Does it really matter?" she asked bitterly.

Shane brought his face close to hers, emphasizing his words. "Yes, it fucking matters."

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I dated this guy a couple years ago…you remind me so much of him."

"Then I guess I don't have to ask why you broke up with him…" he replied sarcastically.

She bit her lip trying to hide how uncomfortable she was. "I didn't break up with him. I loved him."

Great, now I look like an asshole. "He broke up with you?"

"No," Victoria shook her head, breaking their eye contact and staring at the floor. "He was killed in a car accident."

His jaw dropped. Now he really felt like an asshole. "…oh."

"When I met you…you look like him, you sound like him, you act like him…I guess I just thought that if I was a bitch to you, you would leave me alone and I wouldn't have to think about Justin."

So she doesn't hate me? She really is a good actress. Shane's mind flashed back to earlier in the day – how sad she had looked at the end of their interview. Suddenly it made a lot more sense. "He called you Tori."

She nodded. "My family calls me Vicky, my friends just call me 'V' – which I hate – and he called me Tori."

"I'm sorry," was all he could say.

"Just…forget about it, okay?" she asked, but her eyes looked so sad.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her tightly. He couldn't believe how much his feelings towards her had changed in just the past couple of hours. Before, all he could see was a mean, bitchy girl; he never would have guessed that she was just trying to mask so much pain. He wanted her to trust him, but how could she when she would only be reminded of Justin?

"You don't have to be mean to me to make me stay away. I'll leave you alone if that's what you want," he told her, though he really, really hoped that she didn't want that.

"I don't know if it is," she admitted quietly, finally looking at him.

Thank God. "Do you want to order some food? We could get some dinner and watch a movie or something."

Victoria nodded. She sat down on the bed and Shane handed her the room service menu, pulling on his pants and tee-shirt before sitting down next to her.

"So…" he started casually, his head over her shoulder. "What do I call you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you said your family calls you Vicky, and you hate being called 'V'…" he reminded her.

"Oh," she replied, shrugging. "You can call me Tori, if you want, I guess."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Just because Justin was the only person who called me that doesn't mean he has to be the only person to ever call me that."

"Okay," he smiled.

Shane didn't know what the hell was going on, and he couldn't have labeled his emotions if he tried. As he ordered their food, he watched her, hoping that some kind of answer would come to him; it only confused him more. Sitting against the headboard with her legs curled underneath her, flipping through the channels, she looked so sweet and beautiful. He couldn't see any hint of girl who had yelled at him constantly for the past three months. He didn't even know who that girl was.

But what did today mean? Were they together? Did she even want to be together? Did he want to be together? Was it nothing? How could she look so calm, anyways? Why wasn't she freaking out like he was? Or was she?

He tried to shake the thoughts from his head as he hung up the phone. He was afraid to ask her where they stood, so he just prayed that she would give him some kind of indication.

She handed him the remote control. "I'm not having much luck finding anything."

He flipped through a couple channels, stopping when he saw a familiar face on the screen. He smirked. "Hey, I've seen this movie."

It was Anastasia, the movie that had won Victoria an Oscar.

"Oh, God," she laughed, covering her eyes with her hands. "Change it. I never watch my movies."

"Never?" he asked, shocked. He changed the channel. "You've never seen them?"

She shook her head. "I watched the first one I did and I criticized my performance the whole way though…I'm such a perfectionist. I always think I could have done better. So I just stopped watching."

"Wow," he replied. "Well, I'll tell you, you were perfect in Anastasia."

"Thank you," she blushed. "But I'm sure I wouldn't think so."

Shane smiled; he thought it was cute that she was embarrassed. He wanted to get to know her, but he really wanted her to get to know him – so she would see that he wasn't like Justin and would stop thinking about him when she was with Shane.

"Tell me something," Shane told her, turning off the television. "Now that I know you're not a bitch, I feel like we just met."

Victoria laughed, hitting him playfully. "Well…I'm from Seattle…my favorite color is pink…"

"Something I couldn't find if I googled you," he clarified.

She looked at him suspiciously. "Have you googled me?"

"Have you googled me?" he asked, not wanting to answer the question.

She smirked, running her fingers through her long hair. She looked embarrassed again. "Yeah, I have."

Shane's heart started beating faster. He hadn't expected that answer. Actually, he hadn't expected an answer at all. "I've googled you, too."

The way she looked when she smiled made him want to kiss her again. He couldn't remember ever seeing her smile when she wasn't acting. She had an incredible smile.

Just when he had gotten up the nerve to try to kiss her, there was a knock on the door. He sighed and got up to open it, taking their dinner from the hotel employee. He thanked him and handed up a tip before rolling the cart back over to the bed.

Victoria looked at the clock. "Ooh, I have to eat fast. I need to get to the airport."

"You're leaving tonight?" he asked, trying to hide his disappointment.

She nodded and took a bite of her salad. Shane hadn't even thought about the fact that they were going home – he wouldn't get to see her until they started their publicity tour in a week. He didn't want to be away from her, but at least when they saw each other again he would have a whole month with her. And this time, he was going to spend as much time with her as possible.

"I'm taking online classes," she told him. "To get my degree, in writing."

"What?" he asked, interrupted from his own thoughts.

She smiled. "You probably wouldn't find that on Google."

"Why? You don't want to act anymore?"

"No, I love acting," Victoria told him. "But beauty fades, and eventually nobody will care about me anymore. I probably won't need the money, but I'm too restless not to do anything. I would freak out if I didn't have anything to do…I think I would be good at writing movies."

"That's really cool," Shane replied. He suddenly felt bad for having always thought she was shallow, and he hated all of the guys that only saw her as a hot body; there was so much more to her. "But I don't think your beauty is going to fade."