James rested his forehead against mine as he wrapped me in a towel now we had got out of the pool.

My body shivered.

"I love you Gaby." He whispered as he kissed along my face

"I love you too." I smiled. He seemed so much more relaxed now.

"Let's get you inside... your freezing." He replied rubbing my arms with his hands as I remained cocooned in the fluffy towel.

I nodded. "O... okay." I shivered.

James draped an arm around my shoulder. Leading me in to his smart looking home. With his hand on the small of my back he guided me up the stairs and in to the bathroom.

I stood there awkwardly while James turned the shower on. Steam misting up the large mirror that was fixed to the wall.

"If it's too hot just say..." He said holding his hand out for the towel I wore.

I smiled at him as I let go of my grip on the towel and handed it to him. I saw his greedy looking eyes take in all of my body now we stood in the bright artificial light of his bathroom.

"Can I borrow a shirt... to sleep in?" I asked.

"Yea sure... you warm up under the water and I will dig one out that will fit you." He said still smiling.

I watched as James left the room then opened the glass paneled door to the shower and got in. The heat from the water warming my body up instantly.

I had so many emotions running through my mind. The more the clock ticked the less I wanted to leave.

"Gabs, there is a towel and a shirt out here for you when your ready okay." I heard James call over the sound of the water. "

"Ok... thanks J. This shower is amazing." I called back as the beads of water massaged me as they cleansed me.

I heard James chuckle, then saw his blurry figure through the frosted glass leave the bathroom again.

I finished showering and set foot out of the cubicle. My skin was warm to the touch now. I towel dried my hair as best I could and slipped the plain grey tee shirt that James had given me over my body.

The air was cooler outside of the bathroom as I walked out on to the landing. I wasn't sure where James was.

I tentatively stepped passed a few doors that were open but saw no signs of life until I got to the room at the end of the corridor.

James was lighting candles in his room, the light on the ceiling already off and the soft ambience of flickering romance made his beautiful features shift in the dancing candlelight.

"Where did you get this many candles from... you could light a whole street with these." I said as I walked in to his immaculately tidy room.

His huge bed centering, it was fairly feminine, he had an assortment of scatter cushions on his bed and the faint smell of flowers clung to the air.

I felt very at home.

"I like candles they are relaxing." James said placing his box of matches on the tall oak dresser in his room. "Besides they come in handy for moments like this when I have such a beautiful person in my room that I want to relax with." He smiled.

My mind wondered as to how many beautiful women James actually had relaxed like this in his room, but that thought vanished as soft gorgeous maslow lips pressed gently against mine.

"You look good in that." James smirked playfully tugging at the tee I wore.

"It's designer." I joked.

"Is there anything I can say or do which will make you stay here longer." He said running his hand along my spine as we stood in his room.

"Lots of things." I replied enjoying his touch. My eyes closed briefly before I realised I preferred having them open so I could indulge my senses further by looking at his handsome face.

"I can't stay though... I could come back next weekend?" I said as an after thought.

James stayed silent for a minute. "I would like that." He said resting his forehead against mine again as if admitting defeat.

"You wanna get cosy." He then asked nodding towards his bed.

I smiled. "Yes... yes I do." I grinned.

James' bed was unlike anything I had been in before. It was the softest mattress I had ever known and my body seemed to sink effortlessly in to it, it cradled my body like a baby in its mothers arm. I don't think I could get any more relaxed if I tried.

"It's like laying on a cloud." I laughed as I stretched my body out.

James climbed in to his bed next to me, he was wearing some boxers which showed off his... happiness to see me!

"You like it? I'm a bit particular with what I sleep on... I'm a pain in the ass." He mocked himself.

"Geez, I love it!" I said wrapping myself in to his warm muscly body. I could hear his heart beat thump in his chest as I rested my head in to him.

"Gabs... was that alright? In the pool?" He asked.

I looked up to see James wearing his "fan smile." He had got nervous again.

"It was perfection... I never knew it could be like that." I replied.

His smile became more true as it reached his eyes. "Was it your first?" He asked, holding me closer in to his arms.

I nodded, feeling a bit shy about my lack of experience, James was a few years older than me but I decided to ask him the same question back... kind of.

"Yeah... how many times have you... erm... you know... how many girls have you slept with?" I asked him.

Even in the candlelit room I could see and feel the blush that was burning off of James' cheeks.

He looked incredibly uncomfortable as he tried to answer.

"Just... well none... no, I mean.. well... but I...I guess one... I've only slept with one person before tonight." He said, his face now practically on fire.

I giggled at him. "You get so embarrassed talking about intimate things don't you?" I said placing my hand on his cheek as a way to cool him down.

"I just like my privacy... we don't get much... I mean I don't mind talking about my past with you but I'm just not used to doing it... sorry." He replied taking a breath.

"Its fine... there is plenty of time to share stuff together... is that why Carlos is so funny about 'the chat' because you don't get much privacy." I asked knowing full well that as my days as a Logan girl it was like trying to get blood out of a stone on gaining information about him. Logan never tweeted things about his private life or his family, pictures were far and few between and girlfriends were kept well hidden.

"I guess." James replied. "But Carlos got himself in to a bit of bother with a fan once, got chatting to her online on twitter through the DM. He then met up with her as she was local and fucked her, swapping cell numbers. After a few days he realised she was bad news and tried to stop contact but the stupid bitch took screen shots of all their texts and posted it online with his cell number clearly on it for all to see. Carlos got in to so much shit over that but we did eventually cover it up fairly well." James explained.

I narrowed my eyes. "I've been a rusher for ages, how come I didn't know about that?" I asked.

"Because it was covered up! Antonio.. Carlos' brother took the blame. Took some of Carlos' screen shots from his phone and actually posted it on his own Twitter for everyone to see, making out that it was in fact him the girl had been seeing and not Carlos. After that Antonio un followed every rusher, making a song and dance of it, all the while taking the heat away from his brother... it worked!" James said lost in the memory.

"Oh... I've seen those pictures." I replied, "Antonio still has them on his account... said he had notified the police about her making his number public?" I asked.

"yep that's the ones." James said with a sigh. "Ever since then Carlos has always had a problem with bad gossip, so don't take it personally, it was his own fault. He always does and says stupid shit."

"What like when he said a Justin Bieber video looked a lot like the windows down one?" I laughed. Remembering the uproar on Twitter from the Bieber fans. it was an internet name throwing match between the beliebers and the rushers.

James chuckled. "Precisely! We had just finished touring back then and Carlos just ran away from it, said he was taking a twitter break which didn't help so I stepped in. I joined instagram as a diversion which the fans loved but then I put my foot in it straight away by taking a picture while driving even though the car wasn't moving." He said with a smile shaking his head.

I laughed. "I remember that!"

"We just have so be so careful with what we do and say... even you Gabs. Things get twisted and taken out of context all the time. Remember when we went bowling and you asked if I minded all the attention I got?" He asked.

I nodded as I cuddled up in to him further. "Well like I said then, I love my job and the attention is part of that, but the bad shit... the hating and the comments. Im not so good with that." He said honestly.

I looked in to James' eyes. He looked genuinely worried about it. "Well its just as well that you are a God in the bedroom department then isn't it, you won't ever find me selling stories on you James... you don't have to worry about that." I reassured him.

James burst out laughing. "God?! That's a new one." He said nervously.

"You are... your delicious, you make me melt." I replied.

"You make me slightly scared." He said honestly.

"Scared? How on earth do I make you scared?... your the pop star!" I replied.

"Your perfection gaby... I don't even know where to begin with all this... I don't want to disappoint you and your high hopes." He said, waving his hand as he gestured at my body.

It then dawned on me that his constant nerves and worrying and blushing was because he knew the high pedestal I had put him on for just being James Maslow. It was time to just start treating him as James, the guy behind the glitz and glamour, not the one in front of it.

I moved away from James and smiled at him. I peeled of the grey tee shirt I wore and let it fall to the floor of his bedroom.

"Begin where you like... I will tell you what's good." I said sitting completely naked next to him, inviting him to touch my body...