The limousine sped silently through the quiet streets to the hotel, but Kayla wasn't even aware that they were moving. She was sleeping in Nick's lap, her head on his shoulder and her arms around him.
It had been two months since that night in his hotel room when she had given him the rose and changed both of their lives. And it had definitely been a change for the better. Nick and Kayla had become completely inseparable, almost to the extent where everyone else on the tour was sick of seeing them together. But both of them were so happy that the others couldn't help but be happy for them.
As Kayla slept in his arms, Nick stayed awake, a weary smile on his face. Two months, and he still couldn't get enough of her. He breathed in deeply and smelled her hair. He could still smell her perfume, too, even though it had faded hours ago. It was now four in the morning. They had been at a party all night. It felt good to hold her like this after a night of pretending they were just friends. They still hadn't come clean with the public about their relationship, but it was the best thing for them right now. Just as Nick had predicted, they were able to focus on only each other. They had all the time in the world to tell the media about their love lives. Right now, they didn't have to worry about it.
The limo hit a bump in the road, and Kayla began to stir. She lifted her head, and Nick smiled wider when he saw her slightly disheveled hair framing her face. She started to mumble something, but he gently laid her head back down on his shoulder.
"Go back to sleep, baby. We're almost home," he whispered.
She snuggled up against him again and shut her eyes, but this time, she didn't fall asleep. She was smiling.
As she lay there with her arms around him and his arms around her, she no longer felt fear. In fact, she found it hard to remember when she had thought that something like this could be scary. Her eyelids drooped, but despite her drowsiness, she lifted her head and kissed Nick on the cheek. He smiled and gently touched her chin, guiding her lips over to his. They kissed calmly, sweetly, before she laid her head down again, and he began to stroke her hair. Kayla had never guessed that they would make it this far. Or maybe, deep down, she had always known they would. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that even though things had looked bleak at times, and even though the odds might have been against them, love had found a way. And now that she knew how beautiful that was, she wasn't going to let go of it. Not ever.