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“When we get back we can buy a new place,” he said. “Something better. Close to Kristen and Josh.”

I smiled at him. “You want to live with me?”

His eyes moved back and forth between mine. “I want everything with you.”

Screw it. If I was going to do this thing, I was going to do it. And I wanted to start over. I wanted to start over with him.

I nodded. “Okay. Let’s do everything. Let’s do it all.”

He paused and beamed at me. And then he smothered me with kisses. My mouth, my cheeks, my neck, telling me over and over and over again that he loved me, and I laughed and clutched him.

Every time he said it, the words filled me up. They wrapped themselves around me like warm, strong arms and made me feel safe and cherished, pushing out every doubt that his past and his fame had made me feel.

He loved me.

And I loved him back.

This was why we could weather his fame. Why I could trust him, always, no matter what came up. He belonged to me and we were in it together. How could I ever question it?

We were in love.