“You remember everything I told you, Olive?” asked Megan after her talk with Jason was finally done.

It took a lot for me to not roll my eyes. “Yes, Megan. I’ll let Jason do most of the talking while I just smile and try to look pretty next to him.” I held up a finger as if I’d just remembered something. “Oh, sorry, I almost forgot—I’ll also make sure to somehow show off my ring without appearing like I’m shoving it in everyone’s faces.”

Jason chuckled and extended me his hand, palm up. “We’re almost there, come on.”

Smiling sheepishly at him, I took his hand. I still couldn’t meet his damn eyes. I tried not to think about the talk I’d had with Lucy just that morning.

Me: I SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED WITH JASON!

Lucy: Did you see his dangly bits?! Start describing. Now.

Me: No, Lucy! I didn’t see his…anything. And, if I do ever get the privilege of seeing it, I’m not calling it “dangly bits”.

Lucy: You’re no fun. Then what the hell were you doing in his bed? Tell me you didn’t watch him sleep like the creeper you are.

Me: Sometimes I question our friendship.

Lucy: It’ll pass, don’t worry. Come on, spill it.

Me: Long story short, there was a crazy fan waiting in his room, which happened to be my room. After she was removed, he wanted me to sleep with him so he could keep me safe.

Lucy: Swoon. Did you hear the thud? I just fainted on the floor. I’m calling you!

Before I could type in that I couldn’t talk, her face was already lighting up my screen.

“I’m supposed to get ready for hair and makeup in a few minutes, I can’t talk,” I said as soon as I answered her call.

“Hello to you, too, my best friend. Jeez. Hair and makeup you say? Will you even remember my name in a few days?”

“I was the one who texted you just a few seconds ago.”

“Well, I couldn’t show my excitement through texts, you had to hear my voice. You wanted to hear my voice, didn’t you?”

I opened the balcony door and stepped outside to make sure no one could hear me.

“Ok, you did good. I have more to tell, but you can’t freak out okay? Because if you freak out, I’ll freak out, and I can’t freak out.”

“Jesus, you’re already freaking me out with all the don’t freak outs.”

“I really have to go before they come in. I don’t want to enrage Megan. Anyway, like I told you, we slept in the same freaking bed,” I said, jumping up and down a little. I was getting excited just talking about it.

“Yes, yes. Keep going, keep going!”

“In the middle of the night, I woke up because I felt something on my leg.”

“Whaaaaat?” she screeched on the other end of the line, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “Was it his dangly bit?”

“No, Lucy. His dick didn’t magically grow legs and walk over to me. He was still asleep, but his hand was on my leg, and he was…” I lowered my voice and looked down at the floor. “Massaging my thigh.”

Lucy gasped. “He touched your leg. This is scandalous. Go on. I love this.”

I bit my lip to keep from grinning. “Then he pulled my leg over his lap and I—”

“Oh my god!” Lucy screamed before I could finish my sentence. “He pulled your leg over his cock! You felt his cock! Jameson does that when he is awake!”

“Thanks for stealing my thunder,” I muttered, but I was still smiling.

“Olive?” Jason’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “We’re here. You ready to do this?”

I looked out his window and when I saw what was waiting on the other side of the door, I suddenly didn’t feel so good after all. I was getting used to the paparazzi—I even had my own favorites among them—but this? I could understand why Megan was so hell bent on making sure my entire focus was on Jason and only Jason.

“Hey,” Jason said softly next to me. I looked at him, my panic barely held at bay.

I was screwed.

“You okay?” he asked.

“We don’t have time for this right now, Jason,” Megan interjected.

“I have all the time for Olive. If you’re so determined to get out there, you’re more than welcome.” He gestured to the door with his hand.

Megan took a huge breath, gave him a death glare, and said, “Try to be quick.” Then she was out of the car, leaving us alone.

“You okay?” he repeated.

“There are so many people out there,” I replied, my eyes still focused on all the people screaming beyond the red carpet.

Jason’s fingers caught my chin and my attention shifted to him. “I won’t let you out of my sight. Would that make you feel better?”

His eyes were so gentle on me. He cared about me more than he cared about everything that was waiting for him out there. Someone knocked on the window and I jolted in my place.

I looked out through the back window of the car and saw that we were holding up the line.

“Don’t mind them.” Jason turned my head to him again; this time, his thumb gently brushed the underside of my bottom lip.

I took a few deep breaths and nodded to him. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t forget about me out there.”

“Olive,” he murmured, his head slightly tilted to the side. “I’m afraid it’s too late for me to forget about you at all.” My eyes dropped to the dimple.

Did he mean that?

While I was busy being stupid about a damn dimple, someone yanked open his door and leaned into the car.

“Mr. Thorn?”

“Come on,” Jason grumbled as he pulled me by my hand. “Let’s get this over with so you can see me kill a bunch of guys with no shirt on.”

I closed my eyes and, with his help, stepped out.

All the screaming and yelling that erupted all around us as soon as they spotted their favorite actor forced me to open my eyes and face the music.

Jason’s hand tightened around mine for a brief second as he searched for something in my eyes; whatever he saw must have satisfied him because he walked forward and gently tugged at my hand to follow him.

With my free hand, I furtively smoothed down my full skirt as I tried to keep up with him. Oh yeah, I was wearing a freaking white Burberry dress that I didn’t even want to know the price of. Jason had had his own stylist, Jewel, choose something for me as well, and after going over my options, we had decided to go with the Burberry dress. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever put on. The strapless bustier top fit my skin perfectly and did wonders for my breasts while the full skirt managed to make it look even more feminine. I never wanted to take it off, especially after I’d caught Jason sneaking peeks at my breasts more than a few times.

However, since he had such an anguished expression on his face whenever his eyes dropped lower than my chin, I couldn’t be sure if he loved the dress as much as I did or hated it.

Next to Jason Thorn, who was wearing a black suit that made every single woman in his vicinity lose their mind a little, I’d actually felt adequate before we had left the hotel. But now…as my eyes landed on his costars and other actors and actresses that were either giving interviews to the press or posing for pictures, I felt as small as an ant among them.

When our feet hit the red carpet, Jason pulled me to his left, toward the screaming fans. I couldn’t even guess the number of them. The barriers and the strategically placed security guards seemed to barely hold them back the way they pushed at each other to get closer to Jason. Some of them were crying.

Jason never let go of my hand as we walked toward them, but at some point a guy wearing a gray suit approached us to talk to him in quiet tones and then Megan was pulling me away from Jason, forcing me to drop his hand. Briefly, he glanced at me over his shoulder with a small frown on his face, but then had to face his fans and sign anything and everything they shoved at him.

A movement on Jason’s left caught my eye and I saw a kid, barely older than eight or nine, running toward Jason. He had managed to slip away from one of the security guards, but before he could get to Jason, another one caught him. The commotion must have caught Jason’s attention—as it did everyone else’s since the kid was yelling and struggling to get out of his captor’s hold—because he turned and motioned to the guy to let go of the kid. He kneeled in front of the boy when he ran to him. We couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other, but the kid was beaming at Jason with barely contained excitement. He shoved something in his hand and Jason signed it with a smile on his face. The kid looked my way and said something to Jason that was funny enough to make him laugh. The kid dropped his eyes from me, but Jason caught my eye and sent me a wink as he messed up the kid’s hair. The same security guard came and escorted the boy back to his dad. After that, he chatted some more and signed a few more arms.