The cold air-conditioned room has left the cement wall ice cold as my bare back is pushed against it. Chills run down my body, goose bumps cover every millimeter of my skin. The burning in my stomach has fluttered through my entire body. His hands glide over my chest, squeezing very gently over my hardened nipples, as his grip gets tighter the flutter turns into radiating heat. I flip open his belt, undoing his zipper, pushing his jeans to the floor. He kicks them from out underneath his feet. He reaches or my jeans, latching his thumbs in the belt loops as he pulls then down slower than I thought he would. Just as the jeans are at my feet I shake them off my feet and leap up off the ground wrapping my legs around his waist at the perfect spot. I slide down on him, locking my arms tightly around his neck, begin to thrust my hips down on his, up and down, very quickly we have the motion perfect. His tongue was moving around mine in a slow constant circular motion. I stayed attached to his hips as I began to have the wave of ecstasy run through my body. We knew each other's bodies so well that it was the same time when we both hit the spot. We were both hitting ecstasy at the same time. I watch the beads of sweat start to trickle down his neck. I press my lips to his neck causing him to throw his head back, showing the Adams apple in his neck as the skin stretches, a wave of pleasure runs over his face. A smile lightened his face as he lifted his head back to level.

The smile he has on his face, as he brushes the hair out of my eyes, resting his hands on my cheeks he pushes my head down slightly and kisses my forehead, was the most indescribable feeling. He seemed happy and not the depressed guy that was here just twenty minutes ago singing his heart out.

"So, how are you?" Justin asked as we gathered up out clothing and put them back on.

I cannot believe that I just had sex with that man in that arena with the potential of a hundred stage crew people watching. I laugh at myself. He leans in and kisses the side of my neck. "What's so funny?"

"We just totally had sex in here." I pointed at the empty seats around us.

"You didn't realize that... earlier? Maybe when I had your legs wrapped around my waist and thrusting you against the wall."

The thoughts flutter through my brain. "Actually, no. I wasn't really thinking of anything besides ... you and me."

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me back closer to him, kissing my neck so sensually that it makes me want to take advantage of him, again. "That's a good thing." He mumbles.

"It was worth it that's for sure. Let's just hope no one saw." I was slightly embarrassed.

"They stage was closed to everyone." He starts to kiss further up the neck and closer to my lips. "I threw a tantrum earlier and said I needed alone time. Every door was locked."

He came right over my lips, licking slowly across the length of my lips, "You threw a tantrum, I would have never guessed." I laugh as he bit down on my lip. "Ouch." I expressed.

"Sorry." He says, rubbing my lip gently with his finger. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's ok... I guess... I just wasn't expecting that... " I laughed.

He took my hand and led me down the hallway. Stopping every couple minutes to answer some random question about the show to the crew, finally ending up in his rest area before the show or as everyone else has been calling it, "The Timbershack." When I first heard that is what they called the room I was a little worried, was my boyfriend having too much fun in this shack? But then I realized very quickly that the only thing he does in this room is relax and get ready for the show.

He looked tired and exhausted. Hell I was exhausted after the moment we just had but he looks like he has been tired for days. He plops down on the couch, "So, how are you? What brings you to Denver?"

I sat down on the table across from him, "A booty call." I winked at him.

He laughs, "I'll take that call anytime!"

"I missed you." I took his hand back into mine. "I had a horrible couple days and I was at the airport just about to board my flight when I saw there was a flight leaving at the same time to Denver. I changed the flight quickly and jumped on the plane. I needed to see you."

He pulls me off that table and onto the couch to sit next to him on the couch, my back laying on his side. "I'm glad you did. What happened to make you have a bad day?" He kisses the top of my head. I can feel his heart racing under his chest.

"First, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it out on yo-"

He cut me off. "No apologizes for that. I understand."

Caught off guard I was quiet for a moment, I had really found a great guy. "Well I ruined several designs and actual samples... I just ruined them..."

"That's what the design process is for. There will be a lot of those issues and a lot of fixes."

I dropped by head disappointed just thinking about the stupid things I had done. "I lost a promoter... and"

He was calm, and never thought twice about tell me what he though. "That's going to happen more times than you can count. Don't stress over it. Another one will come along."

"You have an answer for everything don't you?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes I do." He said firmly. "What else happened?" He sits gliding his fingers through mine. Intertwining mine with his.

"I'm broke." I laugh. It was funny, but it really wasn't.

"What do you mean you're broke? I'm thinking... every... one... of your limbs moved pretty well to me." He says with his typical smirk on his face.

"No that is all perfectly fine... thank God. I'm broke, like I have no money. My parents cleaned out my bank account."

"They did what?" his body stiffens underneath me.

I scooted up to look at him. "I went to the ATM this morning to get money before I left and it was empty."

He was pissed and shocked. "What do you mean empty?"

"The balance was $0.00. Like there's nothing in there." I laughed.

"Oh. Well I have money you don't have to worry about anything."

"I don't want your money. That's not why I'm telling you this. My parents shouldn't have done that."

"I know that. I don't want to worry about something stupid like money." That's easy for him to say. After my little Google search of him I know that he has more money that my entire bloodline put together. Money was never going to be an issue for him. Ever. His kid's kids will never have a worry.

Tears start to roll down my face. It really had nothing to do with money. I got up quickly rushing into his bathroom, closing the door behind me. I leaned my arms on the door, bracing myself up.

Get yourself together. You can do this. They failed, you didn't.

"Bells... are you okay?" I heard Justin asked through the door, I let go of the pressure on the door, allowing for him to come in. I slumped down on the floor, he kneels to my level wrapping his arms around me. "Everything will be fine; you don't have to worry about anything."

"They are my parents Justin. They should have been my parents..." I barely got out.

"Oh..." he now realizes that I'm not upset over the money.

"They are my parents. They are supposed to love me no matter what... how is that so difficult? How can you not want to see your child happy?"

"There are things in life you can't change..." He begins to speak in his mature and intellectual voice, "And unfortunately one of those things is your parents. I wish they could see the person that you are... because the Bells that I know, is the most amazing, kind hearted, beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You really are amazing..."

I pulled him in closer, "I love you. I need you to pull me back to reality." I stood wiping the tears from my eyes and exhaling deeply. "I'm here in Denver with the love of my life... I'm not going to dwell over a family that will always be distant from me."

"I hope one day they accept who you are and they can be a part of our lives. I would love that for you."

"It's funny how you think you don't need someone until they are gone. I don't miss the rules and the Bloodline but I would like to have my mother in the room when my shoes are on display for everyone to see. I would like her approval of the things I have chosen to do with my life."

"Things could change in time. This has all just recently happened. As strict and traditional as they are, I'm sure they were embarrassed and need time to cool down, adjust to the new normal."

I pulled him into my chest, looking up at him. "I love you, you do know that right?"

"I do." He says as I imagine what it would feel like to have him say those words in front of our family and friends. Saying ‘I do' in front of our friends and family, having the most beautiful wedding, raising our children, living happily ever after .... "Bells... hello? Are you in there?" he jokes.

I snap out of my fantasy world. "Sorry."

"Where did you just now, paradise?"

"Something like that." I laughed.

Moments with Justin like these are scarce, we needed to enjoy the time we do have together. I had to fly to L.A. in the morning. Justin had to be in the next city and I had meetings all afternoon. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with him.

I walked with him into the meet and greet before the official sound check. The room was filled with anxious and eager fans. I could see some nervously shaking their leg, tapping on their hand on the chair, and fidgeting with the pass they were given. He was walking into a room of people that were going to think their lives are complete now. It was a scene I was glad I got to see. I stood in the background watching each fan walk up to him giddy with excitement, with the biggest smiles on their faces. The love and respect he gets from his fans was phenomenal. It makes me wish that I hadn't wasted the last eight years of my life in medical school and would have gotten more involved with life in general. I wish I would have been able to be a fan of his music and know him as the artist before I met him. Now I have a hard time looking at him as this music superstar while he is on stage. I look at him as the guy who makes the butterflies go crazy in my stomach. He is the guy that has made me very happy.

Finally he graces his presence on the stage. I watch as the lights focus on the stop he will make his entrance on. I can't help but see a group of people screaming at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down in the very spot that Justin and I had sex in not even five hours ago.

I cover my face with embarrassment. "Only if they knew" I mumbled to myself.