Lucky smiled as she woke to Jude kissing her neck.

"You could turn me into a morning person if you keep this up," she said, keeping her eyes closed.

He laughed and threw the blankets back and began tickling her. She playfully slapped at him, trying to push him away, but it was no use.

"Okay, okay. I'm up," she said.

"Good. Get ready, I want to show you around before we have to be back for the show."

She watched him get out of bed and walk across the room naked. She enjoyed the movement of his muscles, the bit of color from his tattoos, the view of his butt as he left the room.

She quickly dressed so he wouldn't see her naked, too. She couldn't explain it, but all her usual insecurities about her body were there when he wasn't around. When he was there, he made her feel beautiful.

She pulled her hair up into a large bun, put on an oversized t-shirt, then wondered where they were going. Did she need to dress nicer? Hearing the shower turn on, she entered the bathroom.

"Where are we going?"

"A couple of places."

"Like?"

"It's a surprise. I know you've never been here before. Wish we had time to take in a show. Just dress comfortably."

"Okay."

Leaning against the counter, she watched the suds slide down his body. She grinned then immediately turned away, trying to hide it from him.

"I saw that."

"You saw nothing," she said as her cheeks began to burn.

"You know there's room for one more in here."

He shook his wet hair as he faced her. Droplets of water hit the glass door that separated them then ran down, giving her a clear view of his body as the water cut through the steam.

"I thought you were in a rush."

"Yes, but getting you clean will only take a few minutes."

"Oh. I thought..." she said, feeling disappointed.

"How quickly you've gone from virgin to sex goddess," he teased. "Don't you worry, I'll gladly make it up to you later."

She felt sexier than ever thinking about how this gorgeous rock star that everyone wanted, wanted her. Pulling off her t-shirt, she got into the shower with him. He moved aside to make room for her under the warm water as he rubbed the soap between his hands, making it lather.

"I thought you were done."

"I am. But someone needs to bathe you," he said before rubbing his soapy hands over her shoulders.

She giggled as he kissed her then turned her around to face the water. He lathered up her back, then slid his hands down over her butt. She shrieked with surprise.

"What?" he said innocently.

Next, he pressed his body against hers as his hands moved around to her soft stomach, the delicate curve of her hips, then up and over her full breasts. Every inch of her responded to his touch. She couldn't help it.

He pinched her hard nipples between his soapy fingers and she felt his erection press against her behind. Unable to control herself, she giggled as his hands continued down between her legs.

"You really are a bad boy," she said, her voice cracking slightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Isn't every shower you take like this?"

He laughed then ran his hands under the water and helped rinse her by rubbing his firm hands down her entire body. Kneeling in front of her as he rinsed her feet, his eyes travelled up her body slowly, turning her on even more.

"I have to keep reminding myself we'll have plenty of time after tonight's show," he said.

Kissing her on the delicate skin below her belly button, he stood up and turned off the water. He sighed as he grabbed two towels and handed her one.

"Well, since you bathed me, does that mean I can dry you off?" Lucky asked as she looked at his still hard cock.

"No. Then we'll never get out of here," he said, laughing as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

They took a cab to Central Park and walked along a path that took them around a large pond and boathouse. Jude held her hand as they continued walking, his fingers entwined with hers.

"Up ahead is Strawberry Fields," he said.

"Oh cool! I always wanted to see that."

As they approached, there was a bearded man with chin-length wavy brown and grey hair, playing Beatles songs on an acoustic guitar. They stood with several other people and admired the Imagine mosaic, which had a peace sign made of red and yellow roses over it.

After, Jude led her through a curved covered walkway and towards one of the park exits. Across the street were tall apartment buildings, many with intricate stonework and carvings towards the top.

"That building on the corner is the Dakota."

"Where John Lennon lived?" she asked.

"Yes. And died."

They were quiet for a moment as they looked at the building. Beside them were other people silently looking towards the Dakota as the traffic and other people continued to walk past.

Without a word, Jude began walking towards the street, still holding her hand. They walked past several horse-drawn carriages until they reached a white open carriage being pulled by a large, pale grey horse. Jude helped Lucky climb into the carriage.

The driver sat in front and steered the horse down the street and back into the park. Lucky was giddy with excitement.

"This is awesome, Jude. I never told anyone, but it was always a dream of mine to take a carriage ride through Central Park."

"There's so much I want to share with you. So much for you to see and experience," he said as he slid his arm along the back of her seat and around her shoulders.

Suddenly she was painfully aware of how sheltered she'd been her entire life. She didn't have any experiences except for the few things that happened recently on tour.

She had to break it off. Just end it before it got even more complicated. Definitely end it before he ended it. It was only a matter of time before he got bored of her.

The simple thought of him leaving made her chest ache and feel heavy. Worried his feelings were only a "tour thing" like Kat told her always happens on tour, and never leaves the tour, she knew what she needed to do. She had to end it with Jude before he ended it with her. If he beat her to it, the pain would be intolerable.

"Olivia," Jude said, his face suddenly serious. "I want to talk to you about tomorrow…and all the days after that."

"Good, me too," she said, lying.

"I've loved spending this time getting to know you. I don't want that to change--"

"Right, nothing should change. We met on the tour, it stays on the tour," she said.

"What?" he said, looking surprised.

"I know what your life is like. You have so many women you can't even keep track of the one you married."

"But--"

"And now that the tour is done, you can spend your time however you used to spend it."

"Olivia--"

She couldn't let him speak. This was the hardest thing she ever had to do, and it would be worse if he did it first. Her heart felt heavy and a knot formed in her throat, but she knew he wouldn't stay with her. She had a great time with him, but how could it last forever?

"Thank you for playing on my tour," she said, forcing the words out. "You made my dreams come true by being there. And thanks for…for just being you. I'll always remember our time together."

"You're ending it? Just like that? Out of nowhere?"

"You said it yourself, the tour is over."

He stood up as the carriage came to a stop in front of their hotel. She tried to not look directly at him, afraid she would crumble, but she felt his hard stare.

"Well, then you can keep this as a souvenir," he said.

He pulled a small blue Tiffany box from his jeans pocket, handed it to her, got out of the carriage, and went inside the hotel without turning back. As she stared at the box for a minute, she wondered why she broke up with him. Was she that certain he'd leave her? But she couldn't see why he would stay.

She flipped up the box lid, and tears streamed down her face as she saw the ring. It was simple, yet beautiful. A thin band of bright platinum. Encircling the ring, the words "I love you" repeated in script.

"I love you too," she whispered.

* * *

It was minutes before their last show and she hadn't seen Jude at all. She needed to make it right. Wearing a pale blue empire waist dress and Jude's ring, she spun it around her finger nervously as she looked for him.

Lucky felt lost. How could she be so stupid? Why did she let such a stupid idea fill her head?

"Lucky, we have to get on stage," Dylan told her.

"But Jude…"

"He's already out there."

She spent the show trying to catch his eye, but nothing. He played the songs but didn't veer off or try to jam like they had in their last performance. As she thanked the crowd after their last song, she saw him disappear off stage out of the corner of her eye.

She searched for him but came up empty. Like a ghost he was gone, leaving her with only a shiny souvenir.