Free Beyond Famous (Famous #3) by Kahlen Aymes

sidelines during the fight, which was good, because it indicated it felt real. I thanked God again for Martin’s sensitivity when filming the more intimate scenes between Cade and I.  This film was going to be even better than the first one.
    The remainder of our time in Vancouver would be spent with Martin; Jeff and myself working on any retakes needed and the second unit director was working on some of the scenes focusing on Cade’s character. 
    Wendy flew back to L.A. yesterday. Jennifer and I were flying to Italy early next week and Cade, Martin, and Dawson were meeting us there for the Italian Film Festival.  We were done. 
    Done .  My heart dropped in my chest.
    It hadn't been easy for me when Cade left earlier this morning.  He was jetting off with his parents and Denise, the four of them taking the same plane to New York and then splitting up. Lillian and Carter would be heading to London and Cade was going with Denise to Cannes.
    I let myself think back to our time alone together after Cade's birthday party.  It had been so incredible.  Painful in part, but incredible.
     The song playing on the iPod made it the perfect moment for me to slide the bracelet onto his wrist from mine, and he knew exactly what I was trying to say with the gesture.  He held me as I cried and then made slow, tender love to me again.  In the morning, he'd seen the bracelet and read the engraving; it was so special.  He was so beautiful, his features soft as he looked at it. I'd never get used to how incredibly beautiful he was and how utterly overwhelmed I felt by my love for him.
    I had the infinity symbol engraved on the front, echoing the gift he'd given me for my birthday. I wanted to connect him to me the way he had connected to me.
    "Brook... this is perfect.  Thank you," he'd said softly as he moved to cup my face with his hand and bent to place a soft kiss on my mouth. "I love it."
    I crawled onto his lap after the kiss and my fingers ran over the metal cylinder on his wrist.  I snuggled in closer and his arm tightened around my back and the one with the bracelet on it began to rub the top of my thigh.
    "I'm going to miss you so much.  I'm trying to be strong and tough about this, but I'm afraid I'm not doing a very good job.  I’m sorry.”
    He kissed the side of my temple.  "Brook, there is nothing to be sorry about.  I'm a bloody wreck myself."
    I lifted his hand and turned the cylinder over. "There's more," I continued softly.
    His blue eyes met mine before moving so he could read the words engraved underneath.
     
    C- I can see forever when I look into your heart.  I love you, -B
     
    His arms tightened around me and he buried his face in my hair.
    "Oh, babe. You are my forever, Brook.  I love you longer than that," he whispered into my neck, kissing it and then dragging his mouth in a trail of kisses to my mouth where it ended in a deep soul wrenching kiss.  His tongue and mine encircled each other and our mouths were sucking and lifting, coming back for more again and again.
    "I know you won't be able to wear it very much, but maybe someday...” I said quietly after his lips finally lifted from mine.
    "Do you want me to wear it anyway?  I don't give a fuck about the paparazzi, you know that."
    I thought about it for a minute.  "No, I want it to be between us.  I don't want speculation about it right now.  Maybe something else, though. Something that says up yours to Pinnacle for not letting me go to Cannes with you? The bracelet wouldn't be able to do that anyway, since it has nothing to do with the films." I smiled up at him, trying to lighten the mood.
    His hand was holding mine, his thumb rubbing over the engagement ring I wore on my finger as Julia.  I had a habit of leaving it on.  It seemed easier than remembering to keep putting it on and I didn’t want to risk losing my real one by taking it off and on.
    "What about this?" He lifted my hand and nodded toward the ring?  "Would that be