Chapter Seven

At this point in my life, I’ve taken a lot of risks.

Some have panned out, others haven’t. But this trip? It has more than panned

out—it’s everything.

Coming to Tempe put us in our own little bubble. There are

no distractions, except for the few hours a day when Christian is at physical therapy.

Once he’s done, we literally have the entire day to ourselves. We’ve packed so

much into the five days we’ve had, and he’s made every moment so incredibly

magical. I had no idea relationships could be like this.

We did a bit of sightseeing; he took me shopping and bought

me a couple of outfits and shoes, and we even found a Hello Kitty purse I

didn’t have.

“You know, you’re sort of a good luck charm for my little

obsession,” I tease.

Laughing softly, he looks at me. “Um, I’m not quite sure

what that means, but it sounds like a good thing.”

“You are two for two in the Hello Kitty department. The one

from our first date and now this, so…” Leaning in, I kiss his cheek. “Thank

you.”

“You are very

welcome, Ella Rose. I enjoy spoiling you.” He gently runs his fingers down my

arm in the softest caress before taking my hand in his. His smile is both

adorable and sexy.

It’s such a sweet thing to say, and clearly, he’s very good

at it, but a part of me wishes there was something I could do for him. Which is

what I tell him as we enjoy a fabulous dinner later that night.

“Okay, so I know that we’re not keeping score and all that,”

I begin casually, “but you’ve been so incredibly generous, and I wish there

were something I could do for you.”

He holds my hand, caressing it with his strong fingers, and

the look on his face is beyond tender.

Seriously, he could be the hero in a romance novel.

“But you’ve already given me something more valuable than

anything I’ve given you,” he says in that low timbre that I’m seriously getting

addicted to.

“I haven’t given you anything,” I say lightly, feeling

myself blush.

“Ella Rose, you dropped everything and flew to Arizona just

to be with me. Do you have any idea what that means to me?”

All I do is shake my head. I’m mesmerized as I listen to

him.

“Material things are all fine and well, but you’re here with

me, giving me the gift of your time. There are probably a dozen other things

you could be doing right now. I know how important your career is to you, and

every day is a new opportunity for you to be out auditioning or looking for a

new role. But you hit pause on that because you wanted to be here with me.”

The emotion in his tone is raw, and even if he didn’t expand

on that thought any further, I know exactly how much my being here means.

Turning his hand in mine, I gently caress it. “I hated the

thought of us missing out on the time together almost as much as it bothered me

to think of you being here by yourself.”

His lopsided grin is positively charming.

“I wouldn’t have been by myself. There are trainers and—”

“And when you were done with your sessions, you’d be alone

at the hotel,” I finish for him. “Eating by yourself, not having anyone to talk

to…” I shrug. “Plus, having all this time for just the two of us with no

distractions is kind of amazing. Back home, we would see each other, but not

for these all-day kinds of dates. We may have only known each other for a

little over a week, but it doesn’t feel that way.”

He nods. “I know. I think I’ve told you more about myself

than I’ve ever told anyone. The only people who know more about me are my

family.”

Christian’s family is very close.

A part of me is super excited to meet them, but the other

part is terrified because I’m a little worried they’ll see me as an outsider

who isn’t welcome. Although Christian is such an incredible person, I like to

think the rest of the family will be as warm and friendly as he is.

“Then I guess I should say thank you for wanting to share so

much with me,” I say softly. “And believe it or not, it’s the same for me. I

have a lot of friends, and so much of my life is an open book, but I think I’ve

shared more about me—the real me—with you than anyone else.”

That seems to please him, because that tender look is back.

I swear I could look at him like this forever. His kind eyes, his smile, his

hand in mine…

It’s magical.

Tonight’s my last night with him before I head back to LA,

and I don’t want it to end. We’re eating at the hotel’s rooftop restaurant

again because it’s so good. There are twinkly lights outside by the bar, the

part that’s actually outside, and once we’re done eating, we head out there for

dessert and to enjoy the view.

Not that I wasn’t loving the view inside, but this is

equally spectacular.

The night feels suspended, like the city itself has paused

just long enough for us. Tempe stretches out below, a shimmer of lights and

movement, but up here on the rooftop, everything is still. The music is soft

and bluesy—the exact tone for my mood.

We sit at a small bistro table with a candlelit centerpiece,

and I let out a happy sigh. It doesn’t seem possible for the night, our

surroundings, and pretty much everything to be so perfect, but it is. Our

server takes our dessert order, and as soon as he’s gone, Christian stands,

holding out his hand to me.

“Would you care to dance?”

Is this moment even real? My heart melts. Placing

my hand in his, I nod and get to my feet. “I would love to.”

I fit perfectly in Christian’s arms. It isn’t new anymore,

the way he draws me in, but it still makes my heart flutter. His hand rests on

my lower back, his thumb tracing idle circles that send warmth curling through

me. My hand lies flat against his chest, and I feel the quiet rhythm of his

heartbeat beneath the cotton of his shirt. I am the exact height for him to

cocoon me in his embrace. I could stay here all night long.

“Remember when you said you couldn’t dance?” I softly tease,

reminding him of the night of the movie premiere.

His smile curves, slow and sure. “I do, and I still can’t,”

he says. “You make me look better than I am.”

The quiet laugh is out before I can stop it, the sound

muffled as he leans down and presses a kiss to my temple. It isn’t rushed. None

of it is. Over the last several days, we’ve learned how to move together—not

just in rhythm, but also in silence. In understanding.

The twinkly lights overhead cast everything in gold: the

curve of his jaw, the shimmer in his hair, the faint glow caught on everything

around us. I feel his breath against my cheek, his words barely a whisper.

“I’m going to miss this,” he says. “Miss you.”

My throat tightens. “You’re not allowed to say things like

that when I’m already trying not to melt.”

He chuckles, low and warm, and I can feel it rumble through

him. “Then I’ll stop talking.” He pulls me closer.

And we sway. No more words, no more teasing. Only the slow

press of his hand low on my back, and the sound of the music blending with the

city noise far below. The world feels wider from up here, yet somehow smaller,

too, like it’s narrowed to the space between us. We’re in our own little world,

and I want to stay here.

But I know I can’t.

When I finally look up, I find his gaze waiting—steady,

familiar, and full of something that both scares and soothes me.

Under the canopy of lights, with Tempe glittering below us,

I realize that this, this quiet, effortless closeness, is what falling in love

feels like.

We dance, we have dessert, and yet I keep my feelings to

myself. It may feel like we’ve known each other forever, but I have to remind

myself that it’s still early in our relationship. The last thing I want to do

is scare him off.

I steal a glance at him as we walk to the elevator, and I

know in my heart that nothing I say will change what we have. I can’t exactly

explain why I’m so sure of that, but I am. Christian Lucas is my person, and

that’s all there is to it.

But I still opt to keep it to myself for now, my confidence

wavering like a seesaw.

We’re quiet as we ride the elevator down to our floor.

Holding hands in the comfortable silence works. I rest my head on his shoulder,

and when the doors open, he releases my hand and rests his on my lower back

again.

I love it when he does that.

Every night that we’ve been here, we kiss goodnight at my

door. He never asks to come in, and he’s such a gentleman that I can’t believe

he’s real—or that some other woman hasn’t scooped him up already.

Though that works in my favor, so…

We reach my door and pause. This is basically it. My flight

and his physical therapy session are early in the morning. I knew this moment

was coming, the goodbye, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready for it. Or want it.

“I had a wonderful time tonight,” I say dreamily.

“Everything was amazing. Just like this entire trip. You really made everything

special.”

I can tell that he’s not entirely comfortable with the

compliment. His ears turn a little red, and he looks down briefly before

meeting my gaze again. “You’re special, Ella Rose. I want to make sure you know

that. It was important to me that you were comfortable being here with me.” He

pauses, taking both my hands in his. “I’m not used to anyone doing things like

this for me. Other than my family.”

“I wanted to be here. I just needed to let myself

acknowledge that and give myself permission.” Then I giggle because the

conversation with my mother immediately comes to mind. “Well, that and knowing

my mother approved.”

He smiles because I already shared that story with him.

“I don’t want to say goodbye. I feel like we did that barely

a week ago. But I know we have to.”

“I’ll be back in Anaheim in three weeks, tops.”

“Really? I thought you weren’t sure?”

“I didn’t want to say anything and get your hopes up, but earlier

today, I confirmed it with the trainers. I planned on telling you at dinner,

but we were talking about so many other things that it didn’t cross my mind.”

He gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “And that’s only because I didn’t want to

think about this moment.”

I nod because I know exactly what he means.

“I know we just spent the entire day together, well, several

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