They separated and Jamie pushed Kristina's hair behind her ears. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked.

Kristina blushed. "I'm not beautiful," she said. Beautiful was the last thing she wanted to be called. Joey had told her she was beautiful the same day he told her he was marrying Taylor.

"Stop doing this to yourself," Kristina scolded herself silently. "You like Jamie. Carly was right, you don't let anyone in."

Jamie looked at her, confused and asked, "No one's ever told you how beautiful you are Kristina? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and from what I've seen, both inside and out."

She smiled. He was so sweet. "Just forget I said it. I had something else on my mind."

"Is it your dad? Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, it's not my dad, he's probably going to be fine. Thank you for asking though. And I don't really want to talk about it. I have to come to terms with it myself," Kristina told him.

"Okay," Jamie said, and then pointed to the sky, which had since grown dark. "Look, it's the first star. Make a wish."

Kristina took his hand and closed her eyes. "Please let my daddy could get better," she wished silently, "and if it's not too much, let this thing with Jamie work out."

She looked back at Jamie, who was looking at her. "Do you want to know what I wished for?" he asked.

"You're never supposed to tell what you wished for. It won't come true," Kristina teased.

"I don't care, I'll tell you anyway. I was wishing I could kiss you again," he told her, smiling.

Kristina smirked and told him, "Well, in that case I think this is just one time your wish will come true."

She kissed him again and this time it lasted longer. Kristina got goose bumps down her spine as she felt Jamie running his hands through her hair. He moved on and started kissing her neck. His hand moved down her back and his other hand went up her shirt.

Kristina hesitated before moving his hand and saying, "Sorry, I'm just not ready to go that fast yet."

Jamie moved away from her angrily and asked, "Why? I thought you liked me Kristina."

"I do like you," Kristina assured him. "I just want to go slower that's all. We just met today you know?"

"Whatever, we can do whatever you want," Jamie told her quietly, but Kristina knew he was still upset.

"You're not mad are you?" Kristina asked.

"Well, just a little. I didn't want to go all the way, but I did want to go a little further than just kissing," he replied.

"Oh," Kristina said, but what he said made her mad. Did Jamie think he could just take whatever he wanted and not have to ask?

"Jamie," she added, "I don't know how the girls you usually date are and how far you usually go, but I don't go that fast."

"Whatever. I don't care. I told you that you can do whatever you want!" Jamie said, furiously.

"Dios mio. No creo esto," Kristina said, speaking in Spanish, which she found herself often using when she was angry.

"What?" Jamie asked, confused. "What language is that?"

Kristina told him it was Spanish, and he asked, "Do you speak any other languages? I speak German, a little."

"I speak Spanish, of course, and also French, Italian, Greek, and a little bit of Russian," Kristina told him.

"Wow, that's a lot. How did you learn all those languages?" Jamie asked, amazed.

"My father speaks Spanish, so I learned that from him, and Carly speaks French, I learned it from her. And let's see, Michael learned Italian in school and I picked it up from him since it's a lot like Spanish. My cousin Nikolas taught me Greek, and I'm taking Russian in school, and I think that's it," Kristina said.

"Wow. So you're really accomplished. I bet you play like a ton of instruments too. Although, you don't seem like that kind of a girl."

Kristina laughed. "No, not at all. I took piano lessons when I was younger. I was okay at it, but nothing special. My parents wanted me to do a lot when I was a kid. I took basketball, soccer, lacrosse, piano, dance, and singing lessons throughout my childhood. I didn't really stick with anything except dancing and singing."

"That's cool. I play soccer," Jamie told her.

"It's a fun game. I just wasn't really into it. Will you speak German to me? I've never heard it before."

"Um, sure, let me think... Kristina, sie sind sehr schön. Sorry, it's not a very romantic language."

"What did you say. That sounds like nothing I've ever heard before," Kristina told him.

"I just told you again how beautiful you are. And I also want to say ich bin traurig für, was ich vorher tat. Es war falsch– that I'm sorry about before. I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that. I just really like you," Jamie replied.

"Non si preoccupi a questo proposito. È giusto– It's okay," Kristina forgave him. She knew she should have said what was on her mind. Like how she didn't like Jamie being angry when he didn't get his way with her, but she didn't say anything. She just wanted things to work out between her and Jamie.

He kissed her and then Kristina told him she had to go back to the hotel. "I have to go to dinner with Michael, Morgan, and Thalia. Want to meet by the pool tomorrow, at around three?" she asked.

"Yeah, see you then."

Kristina walked into the restaurant and looked around for her siblings. The maitre d' showed her to where they were seated and Michael said annoyed, "We couldn't find you since you were off on a date with some guy you barely know, but mom called and says to pack. The doctors want dad to go back to General Hospital. They said the doctors there know his records better and they have more experience in this area. Apparently not many people get shot around here."

Kristina was upset. She might never see Jamie again. And she was just starting to trust someone else when it got taken away. "But it's for daddy's benefit, so I'm not going to complain," she decided.

She nodded and sat down. "I ordered for you," Morgan told her. "Calamari and pasta, your favorite.'

"I don't know how you can eat that stuff, Kris. It's so gross," Thalia said, making a face.

Kristina shrugged her shoulders and smiled. They all ate and then went back to their rooms to clean up.

Later, as Kristina was packing in her room, she saw her journal and decided to write.

"Daddy got shot– again. It's really bad this time. I don't know what will happen if I lose him. I don't know what I'll do. We're going back to Port Charles tomorrow morning. I met this really cool guy named Jamie. We kissed, but I know I'm not completely over Joey yet. It'll happen over time though. I can't wait until we get back home so I can find out how daddy is doing. The doctors will do a good job though. GH is a really good hospital," she wrote before closing the book and then putting it in her suitcase. She hastily packed everything else and then went to bed.

Carly woke her up early the next morning and said, "Come on hon, we have to go."

Kristina got up and told Carly to give her five minutes. She quickly got dressed and threw her hair into a ponytail. She called a bellhop who helped her carry her suitcases to the lobby.

She saw Jamie on her way out and he approached her. "Kristina, are you leaving? I thought you were going to be here at least a week."

"I was, but they're moving my dad back to Port Charles, and we're going to be with him. I'm really sorry. You can have my cell phone number if you want," Kristina told him. "I'd really like to talk to again."

"You know I do too," Jamie said as Kristina handed him a card. "I'll miss you Kristina."