I sighed as I looked out the window in the hotel of my suite. The talk with my mom before and after Zac's appearance was pretty hard to describe.

We had this emotional heart-to-heart talk that brought us much closer than we were before. My mom was fine now, and surprisingly, requested a talk with Mitchie - alone.

And when she let her out, Mitchie dragged me across the hall, looked at me in the eye, and said, "We need a lawer, Shane. Your mom's getting a divorce,"

I just stood there, dumbfounded. And then, I ran to my mom.

"It's so strange," she said, "Shane, she convinced me to divorce him, in just ten seconds,"

I smiled, relishing the joyful memory. I then felt two arms around me.

"Hey," she said, nuzzling her head in my neck.

"Mmmmmmm," I said, tilting my head back, so that she could have more room.

"I just took a call from your lawer. He said that the divorce papers will be ready by Sunday,"

I turned around, and looked her in the eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, "You're not human. You can do magic. Admit it. You're an angel in disguise, right?"

She laughed, and said, "No I'm not. You know that,"

"B-But...," I said.

She smiled, and silenced me with a kiss. I put my arms around her, and pulled her closer.

She pushed me on the bed, and climbed on top of me. She giggled, and kept on giggling, while I tried to connect my lips to hers.

I finally gave up, and let her giggle against my lips. I smiled, and she giggled even more.

"You're such a girl," I teased.

"Only around you," she said.

"Yeah right," I said, tickling her.

She laughed, and I tickled her even more. I loved her laugh. It was so refreshing.

"Sh-Shane! Stop!," she cried. I pushed her aside, and climbed on top of her.

"Get off me!," she cried on between her laughs.

I laughed along with her, and then felt her fingers on my waist.

"No use," I said, "I'm not ticklish,"

"Only because you're wearing a shirt,"

"I'll take it off then," I said, and took my shirt off.

Here's the deal: Celebrity or not, I was always concerned about my body. So once I joined the gym, I dedicated myself to it, and worked hard on my six pack, my arms, and my chest. And that is why, everytime I'm shirtless and a girl sees me, it's completely normal for me to see her drooling over me.

But when I saw Mitchie, I felt different. A little self-conscious, I guess. Those drooling girls' opinions did not matter at all. What mattered the most to me was Mitchie.

I decided to hide my self conciousness and tease her.

"Like what you see?" I smirked.

"Um...," she said.

That's it. She was trapped now. I smirked again, as I watched her eyes trail down my torso. She gulped, and looked away.

"It's hard," I whispered in her ear, "You know it. Don't look away. It's hard to look away,"

"Sh-Shane," she said.

"What? Do you like it?" I asked her, taunting her.

I felt her move underneath me, and then she threw something across the room.

I went back up, on top of her, so that I could tease her some more.

But to me shock, her short was gone too, and she lay there, just in her bra, not meeting my eyes.

"I hope you like what you see too," she said, blushing.

I didn't know what to say. She was just so beautiful.

"I love you," I said.

She met my eyes, and said, "I love you too,"

A tear fell from her eye.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's just that, after what happened with Sam, I feel so comfortable around you. I trust you. I love you, so much,"

"Sam was a bastard," I said seriously, looking in her eye.

She laughed, and I continued.

"I can't imagine why he would hurt one of the best things that ever happened to him. Mitchie, I love you. And I want you to trust me. And I want that because I know that I can protect you, I know that you are happy around me, and most of all, I know that I make you feel different. I just want you to know that if the day ever comes, I would willingly throw myself into the depths of hell just for you. And only you. And that's how much I love you,"

Mitchie looked at me. I mean, really looked at me. And then she whispered, "Make love to me"

My eyes went wide.

"Shane," she said, "I trust you. I'm ready. I love you. I want us to make love...please?"

"Mitchie, I love you too. But I think that in this intense situation, you are...,"

"I am what?" she said loudly. I was taken aback by the ferociousness in her voice, "Shane, I want you to trust me. I want you to make love to me. Is it really that hard to believe in me?"

"I'm not saying that I don't believe in you," I said gently, "If you want it, yes, my love. I'll give myself to you, if that makes you happy,"

"It will," she said.

"Okay beautiful," I said, kissing her.

"I love you so much," she whispered against my lips, "So much...so much...so much..."

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