Lying supine on the bed, all I can feel on my skin are the featherlight swirls of sweeping delight from the tips of Mitch's fingertips. "I don't think I've ever made love and felt like that before." His voice has a post-coital hoarseness to it, that only makes him sound even more audibly divine to me.

Intrigued, my head turns to look sideways at him. "Like what?" I softly ask.

Shifting himself comfortably onto his side so our faces are once again so wonderfully close, he drowsily smiles back at me. "Like I really was making love."

Within this lovely moment, within what he has just said, a warmness of wonderment starts spreading throughout me. Vein by vein, muscle by muscle, bone by bone—they're all being captivated by Mitch and his sweetly said honesty.

"I feel the same." I say with obvious contentment adorning every inch of my face.

Gazing back at me, Mitch's smile quietly lingers around the corners of his relaxed mouth. His gaze just stays like that—silent and captivating. I can tell he is gathering together all that he wants to say, before actually saying it. So, I wait. I wait for his words to eventually come, more than happy to just stare back into those beguiling blue spheres of his. "I know you're busy and everything," he thoughtfully begins. "but I'd really like you to come and stay with me in LA once I've finished filming on location in Idaho?"

I want to say yes, I really do, and know that I'm now wincing because I can't actually say it. "You're on location at Snake River for a few weeks, right?"

Resting his head on the back of his hand that's flatly pressed on his pillow, Mitch nods gently. "Right." There's now a curious frown deepening between the bridge of his nose. "Why?"

My expression is still twisted with a grimace, on account of what I now have to explain. "Hetty's due date is in four weeks, I just don't think I can be out of the country anytime soon." How sorry I am is woven within my explanation and so obviously sitting on my face. "I even had to assign a job in Guernsey to someone else the other day, because the client was wanting me to be there for an office relocation that clashes with Hetty's due date, so I—" Mitch chuckles, before quickly hushing me with an unexpected kiss. His lips softly silence me, kissing away all that I was going to say with such warm and wonderful affection. As his lips begin to pull themselves away from mine, he is smiling again at me. "What was that lovely kiss for?" I blissfully have to ask.

Running his hand over my head, Mitch contentedly explains. "It was for just being you." He's now watching how his own hand is caressing the dark strands of my hair, how they endearingly move against the messy, just-had-sex lengths of it. "When you're not being the focused and sharp businesswoman that you incredibly are, you really are the sweetest woman alive." He smiles now, bringing his endearing gaze back down to my eyes. "I understand why you can't come to LA, just say that you'll come once the baby has made its way safely into this crazy world?"

Within the downy softness of my own pillow, one side of my face moves against it on account of my huge grin. "I will happily come." I don't know how I'll fit it in around my business, I just know that I'll find a way. Even focused and sharp businesswomen deserve a break, right?

Now moving the tip of his index finger in a pleasant circular motion on my bare shoulder, Mitch is needing to say more. "I think I've had enough of hiding my feelings for you, Rebecca, I'm ready for everyone to know about us."

"Really?" Comes my stunned response.

Swinging his arm right over my body, Mitch brings me more closer against him. "It's only a matter of time before people find out about us anyway, I'd just rather it be on our terms and no one else's."

"Do you mean Kendra?"

Mitch exhales softly, his lips now downturned at their corners. "To get herself a little more attention, I wouldn't be surprised if she did start blabbing to the press." Then, his whole face relaxes. "But it's not because of her that I want us to go public, I want to because it's what I want. The other day, I had this magazine interview, and I felt like I couldn't talk about this amazing woman that had just slipped herself into my life. I couldn't talk about how this amazing woman was making me feel so much more amazing. Instead, I had to talk about all the other things that no longer seem so amazing compared to her." Now, Mitch sweetly takes a hold of the one side of my face. "You, you are amazing, Rebecca. In just a month, you have brought me many years of happiness that I don't think I have ever had...why should I keep quiet about that?"

For a man who has everything, why does he sound like someone who once had nothing? Why does a man who is so crazily popular, portray himself to be someone who has been so terribly lonely for such a long time?

"You shouldn't have to." Rolls from off my tongue without any effort whatsoever. Mitch shouldn't have to deny himself the right to share with the world how happy I make him, and surprisingly, I feel the very same way. I think I am ready for it to be known that we are now dating. I think I'm ready to be seen on his arm. I think I'm ready for this whole Fame Game.

Rubbing his nose so affectionately against mine, I know that Mitch is trying to see some hesitation, fear or doubt in my eyes, but all that he sees is a blueness of understanding. "Tell me how you feel about going public?" I know he saw that understanding, I just know he did, yet it's like he still needs to hear what I have to say.

I think that I always knew deep down inside, that if Mitch and I ever did sleep together, that our thing would change. Well, we have now slept together. We have just made deeply intimate and sensually slow love together, and that dramatically now changes our thing. It's no longer just a casual fling. It's no longer just a bit of flirtatious fun. Mitch and I, are now something more serious. In the exhilarating whirlwind of just a month, we are an evolving us.

Will I handle the press?

I don't know.

Will I handle his fame?

I don't know.

Will it last?

I don't know.

So many I don't knows, now surround us.

So much uncertainty waves at me in the worrying distance.

But here and now, I am happy.

Here and now, Mitch makes me happy.

We seem to make one another happy.

Both of us are still cuddling, naked and being completely honest about our feelings. In a relaxed and comfortable, post-coital state, we're not trying to hide a thing. So for all of the I don't knows and the uncertainties, for the first time ever, I answer as a woman and not a businesswoman. "I'm happy to go public if you are." Leaning in to kiss those precious lips of his, I briefly but blissfully do before a grin is pulling up my rather delighted mouth. "I think I can already see what kind of headlines they'll be churning out——it's going to be hilarious!" Burying my laughter into the crook of his warm neck, I can hear Mitch laughing too.

"Yeah, I'm sure they'll have some fun once it gets out about us." Comes his amused, chuckling reply. Then, in a playful manner, Mitch rolls himself on top of me, his nakedness now pinning me to the mattress beneath my back. "I think I quite like the sound of " Rubbing his mouth teasingly across my neck, he eventually bites into it with a wicked tenderness. "Or what about " He crudely starts rubbing his groin against me, accompanied with a sly grin because of the aptly named suggestion.

I'm giggling like a girly girl beneath him. Me? Rebecca Adams, giggling like a horny teenager? Mitch Heston...what exactly are you reducing me to? As my hands run themselves over the back of this glorious man, I truly appreciate the marvel of masculinity that he is. And while my grateful fingers are enjoying all that his skin brings to the tips of each one of them, I am more than happy to play along with Mitch and his groin-thrusting sexy game. "Well, you could say that I'm almost ready for my next update." My hips push upwards, they themselves now flirting with him.

Nipping at my neck again, I feel Mitch's smile spread against my excited skin. "Babe, don't think I'll be using a floppy disk for that next update, either."

Giggling like an over-eager girl again, with his hardness ready and waiting between my legs, I'm just enjoying the newly evolved us. I'm enjoying being with Mitch. I'm enjoying our closeness and our newfound stupidness. With my giggles not going anywhere, I hint at Mitch to grab another condom. "Better get your hardware sorted then, Mr Heston?" Is what I tell him with a sinful little grin.

Yeah, and I'm really rather enjoying the amazing sex, too!