Mitchie awoke to beams of sunlight dancing through her sheer curtains of her room. She was hot and sweaty because of the had worn her regular clothes to bed and was beneath all the blankets of the double size bed. She rolled to her other side to see and empty unmade bed and remembered the events of the previous night. She uncovered herself, sat up, stretched, and got up to go to the washroom. As she approached the door she heard the sounds running water of the shower and quiet singing. "Shane" she thought. "I guess he didn't leave me". She smiled to herself. If she couldn't take a shower, she could at least put on some fresh clothes and she walked over to her ransacked suitcase and half open drawers and rummaged through her belongings. She decided on a black V-neck and a old pair of jeans. She ran a brush through her wavy dark hair. Under the circumstances, her hair looked pretty decent and her bangs were straighter than usual instead of the one uncooperative piece that always manages to stick out. She tidied her area then walked to the kitchenette. She picked up one of the paper cups the housekeeper gave her and ran the tap for cool water. As she was taking a sip she felt a warm breath on her neck accompanied by drops of water on her head.

"Good morning sleepy" his gruff voice told her.

"Good morning sneaky" she whirled around to first see his shaggy damp hair outlining his face. There was still water droplets on his bare, and not to mention toned, chest leading down to the conventional white towel from the hotel. "I didn't hear you at all this morning." She turned back around to her water, taking a nice long sip.

"That was a plan. Unless you wanted a shower, because you could have jumped in with me." From the corner of her eye, she saw the sly smirk that played across his face. She blushed and took another sip not replying. He put the back of his hand to the bare part of her arm, his own around her. "I meant what I said last night, all of it." He spun her around to face him. " I care about you Mitchie and I don't want this shit going on. You don't deserve it." Shane brought her in close and kissed the top of her head. "Are you hungry?"

"Uh, yeah, kinda."

"Okay, we'll go get something, after I put some clothes on."

"Do you have rehearsal today?" She said trying not to stare at his chiseled body.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? What does that mean?" He stepped toward her, close enough that she had to look up at him. He laid his hand on her shoulder.

"When you're the lead singer of America's favourite band, like me, you can basically do whatever you want. Like blow off rehearsal for one day."

"Do you remember when we first met, and everybody thought you were a jerk?" She looked into his big brown eyes and smiled. "We were right." She giggled.

"That big of a jerk huh? I'll remember that for later." He smiled and turned away to go get dressed. As if he were teasing her, the bathroom door was left open just enough for her to see the side of his muscular thigh. "How is it possible for someone to be that perfect?" She thought while turning away so she wouldn't be caught peeking.

"Are you ready?" Mitchie nodded in response as he held out his hand. She took his hand in hers and somehow, maybe fate, her thin fingers fit perfectly between his.

Authors Note: Life got really busy for me so this is why this chapter is so late! Is there any suggestions as to what Mitchie and Shane should do on their day on the town? Let me know and I hope to hear from you guys!

~~~jcarms