“Ouch!” I half hissed, half giggled as he slid his fingers up my naked sides.

“Did I hurt you?” Skylar asked, worried. His nose crinkles when he’s worried. It’s hella cute.

“Just a little,” I confessed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, darling,” he smiled, laying a loving kiss on my lips.

I relaxed into his kiss, tugging gently on his bottom lip with my teeth. I felt his smile as he trailed his hands up my back.

“Ouch,” I pulled away again.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” he sighed.

“It’s fine. The bruises will fade soon,” I assured him, kissing his nose. He smiled and traced a finger along my cheek and down my jaw.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Skylar mumbled. “This is so…”

“Sexy?” I offered with a wiggle of my leather clad hips. He laughed and I smiled up at him.

“You have a show in about…an hour,” he reminded me.

“We have a show in about an hour,” I corrected him. “And I want you to be naked in my bunk exactly five minutes after we’re done,” I told him, with fake seriousness.

“Oh really?” Skylar quirked an eyebrow.

“Sure! You must be so sexually frustrated.”

“Sonny, I was in rehab, not prison,” he laughed.

“Oh yeah,” I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. “So…how was that?”

“Boring. But I guess it needed to be done. I am now sober and cocaine free,” he smiled and I beamed up at him.

“So, you’re all emotionally stable now?” I asked and he gently lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“That I am. Are you?”

“Meh, kinda,” I shrugged. “See when you hold me, like this? I feel stable.”

“Good. You wanna be stable for a while?” He asked.

“Maybe,” I winked, leaning in for a kiss.

“Hey, Sonny,” Skylar breathed. “Wanna marry me?”

(A/N: Happy endings never get old! Oh, and a preview:

When Adam Eden falls victim to bulimia, who can he count on to save him? His lover? His daughter? His protege? From sick to Superstar, Adam's back.

He's back :) in a few days!)