~Holly’s Point of View~ I could tell Slade was doing all he could to ask the big question, and all I did was avoid it. Would I stay, or would I go? At this point not giving him a straight answer was probably just mean, and I knew it. But I’d managed to let the night and day go by playing it cool. I didn’t want to talk about things but it was beyond obvious now what Slade thought, what he expected. He expected me to stay. And… I mean come on, his mom’s ring? What had he said to her to make her think everything was that serious? As the night drew on I just laid in silence, staring into space. But it was the first night since I’d been here we didn’t make love. We didn’t even sleep naked. Nothing about Slade’s life would have to change if we were together. Only obviously he’d get me and a mostly grown kid… But he won’t have to move. He won’t have to give up anything at all. He’d have amazing sex on demand … if I do say so myself… And potentially fulfilling his life’s goal apparent

~Holly’s Point of View~ I leaned back into Slade’s arms as the band played “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls. I’m sure the crowd wasn’t expecting three-fourths of the show to be covers, but right now there wasn’t a dry eye in the house and I doubted anyone cared. There wasn’t a person in here male or female with a pulse that wouldn’t kill to go home with Jude Stone tonight. God he was sexy. Far from the horny little 15 year old toad that was always naked in Slade’s pool. Always with a drink in his hand, always goading the guys into some dumb idea. But I wasn’t one of those pairs of desperate eyes. Not anymore. Even if I knew they were all hung and well endowed. Yeah, hard to forget. Not that Slade was small in any way, I was just glad he didn’t have the same love of public nudity. It was comforting to know there weren't pictures and videos of him hanging all out. During a slow part I looked over at Chase and he was staring right at me. He had a huge smile on his face, watching Slade and