Emma woke up the following morning tired but feeling good. Her head was resting on Rafael's chest and he had his arm around her, his hand resting on her naked back. That's what had been the agenda for most of the afternoon and night, mind-blowing sex and then sleeping. Every time one of them woke up, their burning desire led them to come back for more. There hadn't been much talking and considering they were so in sync and sexually on the same page, it hadn't been necessary. She dared a peak up towards Rafael's face and saw that he was sound asleep. She too was tired, but her stomach had pulled her out of her rest. They hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before. There was a saying in French that said that lovers usually could live off love and fresh water and she rolled her eyes at whoever had come up with that stupid saying. They must have eaten all day before having a sex-filled night or never had sex an entire night. It was humanly impossible.

She shifted slowly from Rafael's chest and he stirred. She looked at him in fear of having woken him up but if he wasn't sleeping, he was a really good actor. In doing so, his hand removed itself from her back, allowing her to slowly and carefully get out of the bed.

At first she looked around for something to slip on but then thought it was useless. She headed to the bathroom on her tippy toes and took a quick shower. As much as she had enjoyed their night together, there was something about smelling sex induced sweat that wasn't really attractive.

When she emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later in her bathrobe and hair towel dried, Rafael was still unconscious. She looked at him for a few seconds and smiled. She walked out to the living room and called room service to order breakfast. When that was done, she headed for the bar and served herself a glass of cold water.

She walked out onto the balcony after having sustained herself and looked out at the horizon. It was 7am and the beach was still practically empty. It was hot already and you could tell it was going to be a scorching day. She put her hands on the railing in front of her and closed her eyes for a brief moment, recounting their amazing lovemaking. So, that was what it really felt like, when a man respected you and just didn't want to have sex for the sake of being able to say he'd had sex with you? Rafael hadn't been selfish at all. He had taken his time, making sure she had felt pleasure, he hadn't only thought about his.

"Good morning", she heard coming from behind her. She reopened her eyes and turned her head and saw him. He was smiling and looked great wearing nothing but his trunks. It must have been a crime to look that hot so early in the morning.

"Good morning", she said smiling back at him.

He came up behind her and put his arms around her. He kissed her neck and she instinctively put her hands over his.

"Did you sleep enough"? he asked her.

"Not nearly enough, but it was worth it".

He removed his arms from around her and she turned to face him.

"Look, last night was"… he started.

Her heart sank momentarily. Was time the moment he was going to tell her it was a mistake? That it was a one-time thing? That it could and would never happen again?

"beyond words I can describe. What I felt with you, I've never felt that kind of connection with anyone before. I know I may have rushed things a bit and because of that, I don't want you to think that I was using you".

Her spirits soared up again. "Would you find it corny if I told you the same thing"?

He opened up his eyes wide. "What you weren't only planning on using me for sex"? He ended his sentence with a smile and a wink.

"If that's what you thought then you don't know anything about me. There's such a stereotype about celebrities. I guess for some it's true. They don't really care about sleeping around, having a one-night stand, but its not the case for me. I don't give myself that easily. I need to feel that I'm being respected and not another sex trophy".

"You know, the idea of you being easy, never even occurred to me. In all honesty, I could care less about the fact that you're a celebrity. I don't see the actress when I look at you, I see the most beautiful, caring and amazing woman I've ever met. I guess I'm flattered that I earned the right to make love to you", he paused for a moment, "but that's not all I want".

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him.

"I don't want to just make love to you. I want to be able to spend time with you. Talk, laugh, have fun like we did yesterday morning".

She smiled. "You want us to date"?

"Well, I know it will be hard to convince you because you're afraid of the exposure, but yeah, I want to be able to date you and hold your hand, kiss you, touch you and keep on making love to you".

Her heart plummeted. Yes, but for how long? She couldn't stay here for months on end. Inevitably, she would have to get back to Europe, back to work. What if he… what if they got too attached to one another, then what? Separation, heartache and deception? If that was the case, then what was the reason behind her meeting and starting for fall for such an amazing man? She brushed all those questions and fears aside. She had always, almost always, trusted her instincts and, aside from Sebastien, they had never betrayed her. Maybe, it was worth a chance to trust them this time.

"Rafael, there is nothing I want more, but if this comes out in the open, are you ready for everyone to know? People will not hold back from making comments and judgement calls and trust me they can be really nasty. People will feel as though they are entitled to put their nose in our relationship, it will put a strain on it. Nothing is easy when it comes to stardom, especially not romance".

He thought for a while about what she said. "Right now, I don't want anyone knowing about us. Not here at the hotel, for similar reasons that you've mentioned. But I know that if was discovered, I wouldn't mind. I'm not ashamed to be with you, on the contrary, I'd want the entire world to know how lucky I am".

"So, are you saying we should give it a try"? she asked.

"Not give it a try. I hate that word, try. Try lines you up with a risk of failing. I can't envision that when I think about what I want with you. What I'm saying, is that I want to be with you and I want to make it work".

She put her arms around him and smirked. "Has anyone told you that you are a smooth talker, Mr. Solano"?

"Of course, but coming from you, I take it as a compliment".

He leaned in and kissed her gently. His hands reached for the bathrobe sash, to undo it. At the same time, he felt her hands stop him and she pulled away from his lips. He looked at her worried.

"It's not that I don't want, far from it, but breakfast will be here in five minutes maximum".

"You ordered breakfast"?

"Of course, why wouldn't I? You got to eat right"?

He was going to answer her when he heard his name being called out.