Hey ya'll. A little change in the line-up here.

This chapter is told from Summer's POV. I think you guys will really enjoy it! (Hopefully)

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Chapter 9

"Summer! Hey wait up!" Tamina calls as she srpints after me down the long hallway.

I'm on my way to meet Chris in the parking lot, but I slow my pace so Tamina can catch up.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Just wondering if you had something you wanted to tell me...?" Tamina trails off as she raises her eyebrows at me.

I shrug my shoulders. I already know what she is about to ask.

"Okay, it isn't my business I know, but someone said they saw you coming out of Jericho's dressing room. Is that true?"

"Yes." I say simply

"Well...what were you guys doing? Going over a new storyline or something?"

"No." I tell her, "We were just hanging out. He's my friend."

"Just a friend?" Tamina asks.

"Yes. For now. We are getting to know eachother, is that a crime?"

"No, of course not." she says, "I just thought if you had a boyfriend finally, you would tell me. That's the only reason I asked..."

I sigh, "Sorry...just hate rumors."

And I really do hate rumors. The one real relationship I've had was torn apart by rumors. They were true...but nonetheless.

"I totally understand." Tamina says before giving me a quick hug and sprinting back down the hallway.

I exhale to clear my thoughts, and then rush out the doors to see Chris.

He's standing, leaning against his tour bus when I lay eyes on him.

"I thought we were going to dinner after dropping our stuff at the hotel?" I ask sa I bring my rolling suitcase to a halt.

"We are going to dinner, but we're taking the bus instead of a cab."

I look at the huge bus. Its going to be hard to find a decent parking spot. Chris seems to be able to read my thoughts.

"Just get in." he laughs as he grabs my suitcase and motions for me to go ahead of him.

When I get on the bus I feel like crying.

It is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

The lights are dimmed, and Chris has lit about fifty candles everywhere. There's two dozen red roses in a crystal vase in the middle of the table. A bottle of white wine with two glasses sits next to our plates.

I turn around and smile at him. My eyes are brimmed with tears, and he is smiling ear to ear.

"Chris..." I start, but my voice chokes. This is the single most romantic, not to mention just plain thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.

He walks to me, and places his hand on the back of my neck. He draws me closer to him until I can feel his breath on my skin. He leans in and places a soft kiss to my cheek. He lingers there, breathing me in for a moment before pulling away slightly and looking into my eyes.

He uses his thumb to wipe away the tears that have fallen.

"Summer," he whisperes before cloing the distance between us. He gently and slowly lowers his lips to mine. The instant our lips touch, I feel a bolt of lightning surge through my body. The kiss is so sweet, it makes me want to cry more.

His lips are soft, and I pull him just a little closer as I wrap my arms around his neck.

I can hear my heart beating in my chest when we break apart.

"That was better than I even imagined." he whispers as he leans his forehead against mine.

I shake my head in agreement because I can't form words yet.

That was the most amazing moment of my life.

"You okay?' he asks as concern furrows his brow.

"I'm fine." I whisper and smile at him. His eyes light up immediately, and I lean in for a hug.

"You hungry?" he asks after a minute.

"Totally." I say as we break apart.

As we eat the conversation flows so easily. I've never really opened up with anyone, and I'm still surprised I spend my nights in front of a camera that broadcasts internationally. This isn't how I pictured my life, but I love it.

When I'm with Chris I feel...whole. Sort of like he's the thing I've been missing all these years. The thing I've been searching for, trying to find my entire life.

But in the back of my mind, warning bells are going off. He is so experienced, and although he has never pressured me to open up about anything, and I don't think he ever would...

I wonder what he will think when he learns the truth about me...

Why does he even like me? I'm not sure. All I know is that he is the man of my dreams, and he has some sort of interest in me. I'm taking a huge risk letting him in my heart, but I didn't even have a choice.

The first time I saw him, I adored him.

The first time he touched me, I felt a connection I've never felt before...with anyone.

When we kissed, I just fell in love.