My foot is tapping a mile a minute. My aviator sunglasses keep the glare from the California really late afternoon sun from burning my retinas, even under the hotel awning. My stomach is in knots, but it's not the kind like waiting to get your report card nervousness. More like you wish you had Harry Potter abilities to speed up time.

Outside of the Hyatt in Los Angeles California is where I wait. Dexter said to meet him here when he arrives. Truth Squad is on their world tour.

It's been three years since I graduated high school, working into my junior year at Stanford. And tomorrow, to be exact, will be my three year anniversary with Dexter.

Three years.

Yes, we are talking about me. Remy Starr. Known Bachelorette. The heart-breaker who tore through guys in high school like a kid gobbles us Halloween candy. But I found him.

Him. The boy every girl hopes to find. Then one, who makes her heart, beat fast, makes her palms sweat and nerves buzz. The boy she can tell her secrets too. The boy who just looks at her with so much love, it makes her heart inflate like a balloon out of her rib cage.

I found him. My best friend. The one I could very well spend the rest of my life with. The boy I love. Shocking, I know right? Chloe, Jess and Lisa give me enough crap about it still. I don't know how many times they can say I told you so.

I knew it was them as I saw two dark and scary-looking Escalades pull into the circle drive of the hotel, pulling to a stop in front of me, leaning against the windows looking into the lobby.

John Miller jumped out first. He smiled hugely when he saw me, tugging the sunglasses to the top of my head. He started forward like he was going to come hug me, by Lucas mock-punched his arm, nodding his head to the left.

Dexter came out of the car next. My breath caught, sending a ripple of heat down through my veins. I haven't seen him since Christmas, almost four months ago.

"Excuse me miss?" he said casually, walking forward with his arms forward, like he was pardoning the interruption. "I'm looking for my girlfriend. Have you seen her?"

I smiled. "I'm not sure. What does she look like?" I offered, walking forward cautiously, like I was talking to a stranger. My eyes rememorized every inch of him. His curly hair, his tall overwhelming presence. He gained weight. Well, not weight exactly. But from what it looked like rippling underneath his bright blue t-shirt, it looked like muscle. I gulped my throat suddenly thick with desire.

He was tan, his skin toned and deliciously dark. His eyes were wide and flaming with happy emotion.

"Well, she's got blonde hair, blue eyes." He said. He waved his hand at the height of his shoulder. "She's about yay tall. Usually has a book of some sorts with her. Extremely and breathtakingly gorgeous. Any chance you know where she is?" he asked sadly.

"No clue. Sorry." I shrugged.

"I know what will help. She usually has a tall, dark and attractive boy attached to her in some way." He chuckled, clapping his hands together as in a desperate attempt for me to help him.

"Well, I can fix that." I wiggled an eyebrow at him. I dropped my purse, in too much of a rush to play any more games. I needed to be next to him, to touch him. This distance was a craving too intense to ignore.

His arms opened up wide just at the exact moment I jumped into them. The scent of him; his soap, his cologne mixed with the odor of an airplane over whelmed me. He lifted me off the ground with a laugh, hitching my legs around his waist for me.

"God, I missed you." He breathed against my ear. His breath was hot against the stickiness of the humidity.

"I missed you so much, Dex. You have no idea." I told him, locking my arms as tight as I could around his neck, desperate for a chance to keep him here, with me, forever.

"How much? Scale of one to ten?" he offered with a smile. I pulled back to look at him. He still had me wrapped around his waist and he held me here like it was no big deal. He must have gotten stronger.

"Eleven." I whispered before bringing my mouth to his. His kisses brought back another round of stomach flip-flopping, letting my fingers braid themselves into his curly hair. His thick fingers latched themselves into my hair, winding the strands up until he clutched at me desperately, securing my face to his.

"That is disgusting. Get a room." John Miller whined.

"It's a good thing we're at a hotel. It's about to become a porno any second." I heard Lucas tell him and I pulled back from Dexter with a smile on my face.

"Hey guys." I called out to them and Dexter set me back on my feet. But I kept my arms around his neck, not allowing any space to come between us. As I spoke, a soft ripple of barking sounded from the first Escalade, where a bunch of the guys I recognized from the record company were getting out.

Monkey burst out of the back seat and came running towards me full throttle. His speed never failed to amaze me for the fact he was fifteen years old. Incredible.

"Monkey!" I shouted, dropping to my knees on the boiling asphalt as the dog came barreling towards me. He jumped up on his hind legs, licking my face with his sticky dog breath. "Hi buddy. I missed you." I cooed.

"The dog got a better welcome then I did." Dexter moaned delicately. I laughed before getting back up to my feet and stand in front of him.

"Oh stop." I teased, patting him lightly on his chest. His fingers intertwined with mine. He smiled lopsidedly and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

Now, normally, I wouldn't be in California this early since classes didn't start until next week. But when Dexter told me that he and the guys would be touring around Los Angeles for a week and then taking a week off to relax in California, there is no way I could have stayed home.

"I get to keep you for two whole weeks." He sighed, perfectly content. I moaned lightly, fluttering my eyelashes. "Maybe, we won't even leave the hotel room." He added in a sultry whisper, so low only I could hear.

"Then why the hell are we still standing in the parking lot?" I demanded with a smile. He was like a blur then, trying to get his management to get the key to the hotel suite faster.

I just stood with his band mates and watched him.

"So, Dex and Remy in the Master. Then Ted in the room by the kitchen. Lucas down the hall and I'm in the one with the view." John Miller announced, walking down the suite to his room.

We all split up, heading down different directions. The suite the record label rented out for the guys was enormous. Six bedrooms, six and a half baths, a living area and a complete kitchen insane.

"Guys," Dexter called out before we entered our designated bedroom. All the boys stopped to look at him before they opened their own rooms. "Leave the apartment." He said sternly, laughing as he tugged me into our room and locked the door.