Sex with Lance was hot and satisfying and her whole body was tingling all over. She kind of wished he’d joined her in the shower, but she also needed a few minutes alone to collect her thoughts. He loved her. And she loved him. Now what were they going to do? She had a feeling it wasn’t going to be simple and she didn’t want to go home in a couple of days, going back to her old life as if none of this happened. She stepped into the steamy shower. Could she be the girlfriend of a rock star? The thought sure was tempting, but could she handle all the time apart? Granted, as a writer, she could travel with him, but did she want to spend half of her life or more on the road? And what would happen when or if they had kids? As she let the water rinse the soap from her hair, she thought about the groupies. She wasn’t naturally a jealous or possessive person, but could she deal with all the women throwing themselves at him? And could he be faithful? She shook her head. They hadn’t even talked about trying to make this whole thing work beyond the next few days, so why was she even worrying about all these things?
