He hugged me tightly. I guess he could tell that I had been crying a little bit. He kissed the top of my head. I started crying again, but ever so slightly. He started soothing me, and wiping my tears away. I pulled away slowly, and he looked worried.

"I'm fine," I lied to him, which made me frown even more.

"Want to go outside? We have to stop and get gas anyway," He shrugged.

"Sure," I tried to smile, and got it up to a half-smile.

We walked outside, and the smell of gas filled my nostrils. We went behind the old Chevron, and he took out his iPod and iPod dock. He set it in a safe place, and turned it on. A couple of seconds later, Amazed by Lonestar started to play. I shed a tear because this song was the song we danced to the night he told me he loved me. Maybe he still was the same guy he was before I was so stupid.

He held out his hand for me to take, and I gently layed mine on top of his. We started to slow dance. We didn't talk for a while, but I decided to speak first.

"You heard what I said, didn't you?" I asked. He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, I did. And you shouldn't be afraid to tell me how you feel. I will gladly go back to how I used to be," He gave me a flirty smile.

"Really? You would do that? Even though I yelled at you for being like that?" I was near tears.

"Of course, baby! You know I would do anything for you! And you should have yelled at me! I mean, yeah, it hurt, but I was kissing you way more than I should have when we haven't even been in love for a week. I'll go back to how we were, if you will," He told me.

I started to feel warm liquid running down my face. He wiped my tears, and kissed me with the most passion he could give. I kissed back hard. I've been wanting to kiss him like this for a while. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I felt water on my head, but I didn't pull away. It had started raining. I just had the rest of my song. When we pulled away, I smiled at him, then looked up at the sky. We were soaked! He put me down, while I was pouting. I didn't want him to ever stop holding me. He got his iPod and iPod dock, and put them in his pockets because they were so small. Then, he picked me up bridal style, and walked onto the tour bus. He brought me to our room, and put me on the bed. He kissed me again, and I kissed back passionately. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me really close to his body. I liked being this close to him. Anyways, I wrapped my legs around his waist. His tongue entered my mouth, searching it hungrily. I moaned, making him smile through the french kiss. We made out for what seemed like eternity. I really missed this side of him. He started going up my shirt, again, and rubbing my back. He knew that turned me on alot. Grrrr! I laughed mentally. I took off his shirt, and rubbed his abs. Payback! I knew that this turned him on. He moaned. He unbuttoned my bra and rubbed where my strap was. Then, he took off my shirt and bra. I knew we were going to have to stop soon, but I wanted him so bad! He started to kiss my neck. I pulled my shirt back on quickly. He kissed down my neck until he got to the hem of my shirt. He went back up and kissed me on the lips again. Then, he started to find my sweet spot. Once he found it, he sucked on it. It was time for me to take control. I flipped us so that I was on top of him. I kissed his mouth hungrily. He pulled me closer with his arms that were still wrapped around my waist. I started to find his sweet spot. I finally found it, started sucking on it, and heard him moaning. After sucking on it for a while, I started to kiss his chest, abs, and stomach. Who knows how much this turned him on? After a while, he flipped me back over so that he was on top. He whispered in my ear that he liked being on top. I laughed. Typical popstar. We made out for a few more minutes, then pulled away. We both sat up, and I put on my bra. I wished we could do more, we both do, but we couldn't. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me into his lap.

"I missed that so so much," He whispered.

"Want to go farther?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow at me, but nodded. I laughed at his face.

"I was kidding," I said.

He sighed, but shortly after, he smirked. He kissed me again. Another make out session. He rubbed my back without going up my shirt. Then, his hand slowly started to go down my back. When it got to my butt, it squeezed it. I started to moan quietly. He kept on grabbing it. I took off my shirt, and moved his hands to my bra that held my boobs. He leaned me back so that I was laying flat on the bed, and he was laying on top of me. He started to grab my boobs making me moan even more. I grabbed his waist and pulled it closer to me, wrapping my legs around it. When I realized what I was doing, I pulled away from him quickly. He grabbed me up in his arms again, and kissed me like there's no tomorrow. I melted in his arms. Good thing the door was locked. He positioned us back to where we were, and started to suck on my sweet spot. I melted again. He rubbed my back to make me relax, I guessed. Or he was trying to turn me on again. Either way, it worked. I kissed him on the lips, and he entered my mouth. I moaned silently, but he heard me. He smiled again. I was enjoying this. His hands moved to my bra, he took his fingers, and rubbed my chest with them. No matter how much I liked this, I kept telling myself to stop him. But I finally just ingnored it. Shane was smart, and knew when to stop before we went all the way. He unbuttoned my bra in the back, and put his hands on my boobs. He started to rub them. I was really turned on, so I started to unbutton his pants. He kissed me on the lips before pulling away from me completely. I had gotten his pants unbuttoned, but I didn't take them off. I realized how far I was going. I frowned, and pulled my legs to my chest.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go that far," I apologized.

Surprisingly, he smiled. He came over to me with my bra and shirt. Then, he put my bra back on me, and pulled my shirt over my head.

"Don't be sorry. That was a good make-up," He kissed my hair softly.

"I guess this means we don't have to go in different rooms to get dressed," I smiled up at him.

"Yep!" He smiled.