Dean's POV:The hot water runs down my tense muscles. What the hell is going on? What is Kiara doing to me? My hands brush over my face and run rough through my hair, as if it would help to sort my mind out. My mind, which is being tortured over and over again. This girl is totally consuming my thoughts. God, I knew there's more between us, I knew I wanted her and more than just sex.I mean, the sex is unbelievable. She takes me to a place and levels I didn't even know exist until her. And I know we've woken a new side in each other. We both had no idea it was in us. Since last weekend, I knew I wanted a relationship to build up.What I didn't expect was how fast and deep I'd fall for this girl. Tonight, I felt this connection with her, a connection that goes deeper than anything I've felt before in my entire life. A connection that scares the shit out of me. Damn it took everything in me, not to pull her into my arms and tell her those three words. Really, I was so close to saying t

Kiara's POV:"Honey, get up. Your alarm clock has already set off three times." Dean is starting to torment me."Fuck off, I need my god damn sleep. Jeez, if I get up in half an hour, it's enough.""Kiara, I've already hit the gym and have been swimming, showered, and hey, I even made us breakfast. Now move your grumpy but very sexy ass."Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to stay here again? Should have at least gone back into my room last night, and locked the doors. He couldn't pester me right now. Jeez, how is it possible to be in such a good mood this early in the morning? Despite the fact that we maybe had like two or three hours of sleep.Seeing as kissing hadn't helped, he tried by throwing a cushion at me. Until I decided to hide underneath the blanket, he is now trying to pull the blanket away.Great, now I'm lying here naked. Yes, naked because it wasn't worth the effort of getting dressed again. Besides, it was a lot nicer to feel his skin against mine.It might b

Dean's POV:My eyes widen with Kiara asking me what I have in mind. I mean, this is Kiara we're talking about. She usually puts up a fight about everything. I sure hadn't expected this reaction. The excitement in my body rising at the thought of her possibly agreeing, my arms wrap tighter around her."There's this gala event on friday evening, you know from these magazines." I feel a little embarrassed about the subject, although she probably knows these things anyway. "You know there's this event every year....." She notices how uneasy I'm feeling and cuts me off."What the sexiest man alive thing?" She says, rolling her eyes but chuckling."Well, at least UK," I mumble. In the past, I used to find it funny, but I'd rather be known for my work than for my face and body. Yet sometimes, one thing comes handy with the other. And if Kiara will join me this year, they might not harass me so much about being the hottest bachelor and trying to match me constantly with someone.Jeez, I'm not

Kiara's POV:This week has been one hell of an exciting ride. From day to day, it was getting harder for Dean to hold back at work. Well, I guess it's quite obvious to anyone anyway, and the way Dean appeared in Logan's office made its round fairly fast, too. Guess Miss Gossip Queen Trish was fast to spread the news. As Dean told me, she was the one to tell him where to find me in the first place.So, the rumours have been cooking. At first, they really frightened me, but due to Gina, Dean, and Mr. Arlington, I felt a lot better. Gale really prepped me up, too. Dean never told me, but she used to work for Mr. Arlington, quite a few years herself and kind of knows how I feel. That helped me a lot, to be honest, having someone who really understands. Which meant our shopping tour on wednesday ended up as a really encouraging day, with a long girlie talk. Dean set up a second date for us today, a girls' spa day before the gala. Gale acts the way a real mum should, I guess. Well, someth

Dean's POV:Coming back from the toilet, I see Kiara standing at the bar. The guy to her right is obviously trying to chat her up. She sends him a smile, and even if it's just a polite one, deep down inside, I feel my stomach in knots and the urge to punch this guy's damn face. Everyone caught on what I said on stage and yet he's trying his hardest, fucking cunt.But damn this is a public event with loads of reporters and cameras, if I walk up there right now I don't know if I will be able to control myself. He's trying to lay a fucking hand on her hips. Thank god she jerks away just far enough, so he can't touch her. What the fuck is he saying to her? She's still keeping a polite smile on her face while trying to keep some distance between them.Keep your act together, don't punch his face, don't punch his face, don't punch his face. I keep repeating this sentence to myself like a Mantra until I am able to wrap my arms around her. By the way she relaxes into my arms, I can tell how t