Kendall stared at the menu in front of him, trying to pretend he gave a shit about pancakes. He didn’t, but he could tell that she did, and so he tried to focus.

Jessica had told him what she wanted, and exactly how she wanted it. It was adorable, and very specific. He gave the waitress a distracted look when she came to take their order.

“She’ll have the blueberry chocolate chip pancakes, with the syrup and butter on the side. And two scoops of vanilla ice cream on the side… and I will have the same.”

“One scoop!”

He grinned at her, and handed the waitress their menus.

“One serving of two scoops.”

He winked at Jess.

“We can share.”

She blushed at the warm look in his eyes. Maybe she was nervous about going back to the suite with him. Maybe she was afraid…

She was being shy again so he regaled her with stories about being on the road, and all the craziest things that had gone down in the boy band days.

She relaxed and he watched in awe as she put away a huge stack of pancakes.

It was adorable but also made him feel a lot better.

She wasn’t trying to avoid being alone with him.

The girl really had been hungry.

* * *

The sun was rising by the time they made it back to the suite. Jessica had nodded off a little bit after putting away a huge stack of blueberry pancakes at a world famous all night diner.

He was having fun keeping her awake, even if it was just watching her eat. And eat. And eat. She had such a pretty mouth. She even licked her fingers a few times, sending lust straight to his groin.

He knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted anyway.

She wasn't going to sleep with him. Not tonight.

Not yet.

But he had a good feeling about tomorrow night. Maybe tomorrow they could hang out by the pool, gamble a little. And there were plenty of other roller coasters in Vegas he could take her on. He had absolutely nothing planned until they left for New York on Sunday night.

Maybe she’d want to come along for that trip as well…

But once they got back he realized he was going to have to do some fancy footwork to make sure she didn’t bolt.

The suite was… not empty. There were people passed out on all the couches. Girls mostly. Apparently the party had come back here after the club shut down. He did a quick check of the rooms and cursed.

Jess looked a little uncomfortable all the sudden.

All the rooms were all taken.

Not that he didn't want her to share a room with him, but he didn't want her to feel like she didn’t have a choice about it. He shook his head. He wasn't a pig generally with women, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so concerned about what a girl's feeling were.

"Looks like all the bedrooms are taken. Well, except mine."

She shrugged, like it was no big deal. He could tell she was nervous though. She might have liked fooling around with him in the elevator, but she wasn't willing to go further than that.

"I'm sorry, Jess. Let me call down and get you a room."

"That's okay. I can sleep on the couch for a few hours."

They stared at the couch. It was covered in passed out people in various states of undress.

"Um…"

He watched as she looked around, hoping she would change her mind and spend the night with him. He'd really like to hold her if nothing else.

That was a lie. He'd like to do a lot of things besides hold her.

She brightened and pointed to the top of the glass staircase.

"I can sleep on that one."

He followed her up the stairs. There was a small leather chaise lounger on the second story. Just outside his bedroom.

"Are you sure?"

She grinned at him.

"Its fine. Lord knows I'll fit."

He wasn't so sure why that annoyed him so much. He'd already told the girl she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. He had gone out of his way to make sure she didn't feel pressured. The least she could do is give him credit for being a gentleman.

It's not like he was a typical rock star, nailing groupies left and right.

He was just surprised at how much he wanted to act like one tonight. She was a fan of his music. As sweet and intelligent as she was, it didn’t mean she didn’t get all those fan girl feelings.

He wished to God he could capitalize on that, and not worry about the consequences.

The thought of seducing her into his bed, not worrying about how she might feel about it the next day, just taking what he wanted… it was beyond tempting.

"Look, I'm not comfortable with you sleeping out here. You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch in the room. Who knows what kind of people are down there."

"No, I couldn't take your bed. That's crazy."

"I insist."

She sighed, looking indecisive. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. They looked around together.

There was no couch.

He lowered her to her feet. She was breathing in little gasps, staring up at him.

At his lips.

He groaned and lowered his mouth to hers.

Again, there was an explosion of pleasure. Electricity where their lips touched. He pulled her against him and reveled in the feeling of her body pressed against his. She kissed him back, sweet and shy and eager all at the same time.

Finally he lifted his head, realizing he was doing the opposite of what he'd promised.

"Sorry. I promise I’m not going to jump your bones.”

She blushed, looking away.

"It's okay."

He ran his hands through his hair, unsure what to say. There were two armchairs by the window. They would have to do.

"Hey look, I can put those two chairs together. It's only for a few hours."

She stared at the carpet, shaking her head.

"No, it's alright. We can…um… share."

He inhaled sharply. She was giving him what he wanted. Or at least partially. He wasn't going to push her to do anything she didn't want to do.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded shyly. He took her hand and led her to the bed. He didn't want to give her time to change her mind.

"Wait."

He stopped, running his hands over the soft skin of her arms.

"What?"

"Can I borrow your toothbrush?"

He felt an overwhelming sense of relief mixed with something else. He wasn't sure what it was though. Tenderness maybe.

She wasn't backing out. She just wanted to brush her teeth.

"Sure."

He grabbed his backpack and fished out his toothbrush and paste. Then he opened his luggage and pulled out a soft t-shirt.

"Here. You can sleep in this.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled shyly and took them from him before disappearing into the bathroom.

He lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He realized he had a choice now. He could behave himself. Or he could take a chance and see what happened.

As long as he didn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want, he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

Right?