When we check before getting up in the morning, we’re all over the media. If we’d tried we couldn’t have done a better job of shifting public opinion in our favor. The headlines are all about how much in love we are, how the playboy has been turned, and how it’s a shame that more relationships of the rich and famous can’t be quite so honest. Somehow, there are photographs of us watching the film holding hands, us in the back of the car after the movie finished and then of course, they managed to get the picture of us kissing on the dance floor at the private after party, totally oblivious to the assemblage of onlookers.

“So much for being able to relax at those events,” I mumble, although I’m pleased with the photo. It captures our emotions perfectly. The look of love is so evident in both our sets of eyes as we gaze at one another, there is truly no doubt as to how deep our feelings run.

“We even have our own hashtag.” Elliott misses the moment, preferring instead to amuse himself doing no more than flicking through one story after another.

“What is it?” I ask, scanning the story I’m reading to see if I can’t find it first.

“#KEL.”

Kel? “Huh, what’s that?”

“Kyle and Elliott Love-story. It’s quite nice really, although I’m not sure why your name is first.” He punches my arm, his eyes glittering in the morning sun.

“Well, Jessie will be proud of us, but this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, you know.”

He groans. And much as I’m loathe to bring up our argument again, I need him to understand he can’t go off and do his own thing and ride out my upset for a few hours before it’s all forgotten. “Don’t be like that. I’m just concerned about you and our future that’s all. We have the best time together Elliott and I don’t want for us to squander that because you’re a natural risk taker.”

“OK, Kyle. Just drop it now would you.”

“I will. But, as long as you understand this. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I think I pretty much got that now.” He’s getting antsy, so I drop it. My point is made. “Hey, does this mean that we don’t need to go to any more events? I mean, we did so well here.”

He smiles. “I’ll speak to Jessie. I’m sure she can arrange something. I’ll see what she has up her sleeve. But. I may not be around so much if my reputation is intact. I’ll have to honor the promo gigs I had. Maybe you could come with me now though seeing as you’re the media darling.”

“Come here.” I roll on top of him, and the phone he’d been checking springs out of his hand and lays discarded as he strokes his hands over my naked chest. His fingers bristle against my regrowth as he leans up to put his lips where his fingers have just trailed.

“You are gorgeous, Kyle,” he whispers. His breath triggers a chain reaction down my spine and I’m instantly rock solid.

My excitement spreads to my stomach and all I can think about is being inside this man. My ache is pacified as Elliott holds me, moving his thumb and forefinger along my length, twisting at the top and then releasing back down. His other hand catches my balls and he gently massages them while his slow caress has my eyes fluttering closed.

I seal the publicity and all its crazy judgments out of my thoughts and concentrate on the only important thing in my life, to being taken by the only man I’ll ever love. He may make mistakes, but I can always rely on him.