Photoshoot

**Emir Enters Dylan's Dressing Room**

The door to Dylan's dressing room swung open, and Emir stepped inside, his voice cutting through the room. "Hey, you two aren't done yet?"

Ember turned, slightly startled, but smiled when she saw who it was. "Emir! Good to see you."

"Yeah!" Emir grinned. "How are you doing, Ember?"

"I'm good," she replied, still wrapped in Dylan's arms, but she pulled away slightly.

Emir shifted his attention to Dylan. "Dylan, I need to talk to you."

Dylan, now serious, asked, "What's going on, Director?"

Ember looked surprised. "You're the director?"

Emir chuckled. "Yeah, I'm directing this film."

"That's great!" Ember said, genuinely impressed.

Dylan, still concerned, asked again, "What happened?"

Emir sighed. "I just got a call from the assistant of the lead actress. She can't make it today."

Dylan frowned. "Why not?"

"She's not feeling well. It was a last-minute thing," Emir explained, running a hand through his hair.

Dylan nodded. "Okay, I'll start packing up then."

But Emir quickly interjected, "No, no! I still need to find someone to fill in for the shoot. It's a masked scene, so her face won't be visible, and we can use a stand-in."

Ember raised an eyebrow. "So, you're replacing her just for today because she's sick?"

Emir nodded. " it's not like that. It's only for today. Since the character is wearing a mask, no one will even notice. I've already called the agency for a substitute."

As if on cue, Emir's phone rang. "Hold on, this could be them," he said, picking up the call. "Hello?"

The agency's voice came through. "We're unable to send someone today, sir."

Emir's face fell. "What? Don't do this to me!"

"Sorry, sir. We've tried, but no one's available."

The call ended, and Emir sighed, hanging up. "They can't send anyone."

Dylan immediately replied, "Pack up, then."

But Emir's eyes widened in desperation. "No! This is my first shoot. I can't afford to call it off."

Ember, feeling empathy for her friend, gently placed a hand on Dylan's arm. "Oh, Dylan... let's think of something for him. We can't just leave him like this."

Dylan's gaze softened as he looked at her. "Why do you want to help him so badly?"

Ember smiled. "Because he's your friend. Let's figure this out. Stop being so stubborn."

Dylan sighed, reluctantly agreeing. "Alright, fine."

Ember looked around. "You have a lot of female staff. Can't you just use one of them for the scene?"

Emir's eyes lit up, considering the suggestion. He looked at Ember thoughtfully, and after a moment of silence, he smiled mischievously. "Why look for someone else... when she's already here?"

Ember blinked, confused. "Who?"

Emir pointed directly at her. "You."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Me? No, no, absolutely not!"

"Please, Ember," Emir pleaded, his voice hopeful. "Just for today."

Ember turned to Dylan, seeking his support. "Dylan, stop him!"

But Dylan only smirked. "He's right."

Ember's jaw dropped. "You too? What is happening?"

Dylan leaned in, his eyes twinkling with amusement. **The scene for today's shoot is pretty good... especially if you're in it with me.** His grin widened into a playful, wicked smile.

Ember narrowed her eyes, immediately suspicious. "Why are you smiling like that?"

Dylan shrugged, still grinning. "You want to help him, don't you? So, go ahead and be the actress for today's shoot."

Ember crossed her arms, half-embarrassed, half-annoyed. "You both are impossible!"

**Ember's Reluctance**

Ember looked at Emir with pleading eyes. "Emir, please find someone else. I've never done a shoot before..."

Emir smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Ember. I'll guide you through the whole thing. Just help me out this time, okay?"

She hesitated, glancing over at Dylan, who gave her an encouraging nod. "Don't hesitate," he said softly. "You'll be shooting with me, after all."

"But what if someone sees my face?" Ember asked, her anxiety creeping in.

Emir shook his head. "I promise, no one will recognize you. The mask will cover everything."

Ember sighed, her nerves still buzzing. "Okay... I'll do it."

A triumphant smile spread across Emir's face. "Great! Come with me."

As Emir led her toward a dressing room, Dylan called out, half-jokingly. "Hey, where are you taking her?"

"To get her dressed, obviously," Emir replied, pulling her away.

"She can change in here," Dylan suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Emir rolled his eyes. "Don't be like that, Dylan. I'm taking her to the stylist." He glanced back at Ember. "Come on, you'll be fine."

Still in shock from agreeing to do the shoot, Ember followed Emir into another room. She barely registered when Emir spoke to the stylist. "Help her get dressed and do her makeup," he instructed.

The stylist smiled at Ember. "Ma'am, let's get you changed. You'll be wearing three different outfits for different roles. Here's the first one."

Ember nodded numbly, still processing everything. **I can't believe I'm doing this...**

The stylist handed her the first outfit—a beautiful white dress with a high-low hem, intricately embedded with pearls. She paired it with white high heels and a delicate silver pearl necklace.

After a few minutes, Ember stepped out, feeling slightly more confident.

"You look stunning," the stylist said with admiration in her voice.

"Thanks," Ember replied softly, still feeling a bit out of her element.

"Now, let's do your makeup," the stylist added, gesturing for Ember to sit down.

Ember raised her hand. "Could you keep it light? I don't really wear much makeup."

The stylist nodded. "Of course. You've got great skin, so I'll just enhance your natural beauty."

A few gentle brush strokes later, Ember was ready. The stylist handed her a sky-blue mask trimmed with silver lace.

"Here, wear this," the stylist said.

Ember looked at it for a moment before slipping it over her face. "Okay... let's do this."

When she finally emerged, fully transformed, the murmurs in the room began immediately.

"Wow... so elegant."

"She's beautiful."

"Who is she?"

"Do you know her?"

"No, she must be new."

"Yes... but she's amazing."

Ember could feel the eyes on her, but the mask gave her some comfort. She was nervous, yes, but also excited. **This is a new experience... maybe I can do this.**

Dylan stood nearby, watching her closely, a soft smile forming on his lips. **She looks perfect.**

**Lost in a Daydream**

Ember stood just a short distance from Dylan, watching him intently. He didn't notice her right away, too focused on his conversation with Butler Feng as he walked toward her, his voice steady and commanding.

As he approached, Ember's eyes traced him from his feet to his head, taking in every detail. His well-built figure, long legs, the hint of his abs beneath his shirt, and his round, perfectly sculpted face. His lips, his deep brown eyes, and his hair, tousled slightly by the soft breeze.

**Oh my... my!**

Her heart raced. **He's just too handsome.** Every part of him seemed flawless, like he had stepped out of a dream.

Caught in her own thoughts, Ember didn't realize that Dylan had noticed her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything around her seemed to slow down. He locked eyes with her, yet continued his conversation with Butler Feng as if nothing had changed.

"Cancel all my work for today," Dylan said without breaking his gaze.

"But sir, you have an important meeting," Butler Feng replied.

"Push it to after midnight. 12:00 a.m.," Dylan ordered, his tone firm.

"That's quite late, sir," Butler Feng hesitated.

Dylan glanced at Ember again, his eyes softening slightly. "I'll start the meeting once she's asleep. Until then, nothing else matters."

"But–" Butler Feng began.

"No buts," Dylan interrupted. "Tell everyone the meeting's at midnight, and that they can head home for rest. I want them fresh for it."

Ember, still mesmerized by Dylan's gaze, could feel her heart flutter. **Is this real?** The gentle breeze played with her hair, and in that moment, it felt as if a romantic song played in her ears, like a scene from a movie. She could almost imagine a rainbow behind him. The weather itself seemed to change, becoming more magical, more beautiful.

"Ember… Ember?" Dylan's voice broke through her daydream as he gently shook her arm.

She blinked, momentarily confused. "Huh? What happened?"

Dylan leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Who were you murmuring about? Who's 'so hot'?"

Her face flushed. "Ahem, nothing!" she stammered, quickly pushing him away, embarrassed by her own thoughts.

Dylan chuckled, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Everyone's watching us."

Ember glanced around, her cheeks burning as she noticed the people around them staring. "Stop it!" she whispered, mortified.

"They're just looking because we're perfect together," Dylan teased, his grin widening.

"Shut up!" she shot back, trying to hide her flustered state.

Just then, Emir called out from nearby. "If you two lovebirds are done, can we start? By the way, Ember, you look absolutely stunning."

Ember managed a small smile, still feeling flustered. "Thanks..." she muttered softly, stealing one last glance at Dylan.

**In the Garden of First Meetings**

"Let's start shooting," Emir announced, gathering everyone's attention.

He turned to Ember, explaining, "For this first scene, Ember, it's when you and Dylan meet for the first time in the garden. You don't know each other yet. It's just a brief moment—you pass by each other, and your hands accidentally touch. No eye contact, just a subtle, fleeting connection."

Ember nodded. "Okay..."

Dylan smirked and reassured her, "I'm here. Don't get nervous."

She gave a soft "Hm..." in reply, trying to steady her nerves.

As they got into position, Ember felt the tension build. When Dylan's hand brushed against hers, she immediately felt a surge of warmth, making her cheeks flush with shyness. She quickly looked away, trying to stay composed.

"Perfect!" Emir exclaimed, pleased with the shot. The camera clicked, capturing the moment.

After a brief pause, Emir directed the next scene, "Alright, now for the next pose—Dylan is sitting under the tree, and Ember, you'll be sitting up on a branch."

Ember blinked, surprised. "Me? On the tree?" She hesitated, her voice dropping. "I don't know how to climb..."

Emir chuckled. "Don't worry, they'll help you."

But as Ember glanced at the man assigned to assist her, she felt her stomach twist. He looked intimidating, his expression stern as he set up the ladder. Ember's unease grew, and she mumbled under her breath, "Hm..."

The ladder was positioned, but Ember was already feeling uncomfortable. She fidgeted, tugging at her frock. Climbing in a dress like this? She could feel her cheeks flush even more.

"Can we change this...?" she asked quietly, her discomfort evident.

Emir raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"This pose..." Ember's voice trailed off, feeling embarrassed to explain.

Dylan, watching her from nearby, immediately understood. **Oh... it's her dress,** he thought, noticing her hesitancy. He stepped forward, ready to intervene.

But Emir, trying to push through, pleaded, "Please, just do it. Come on, please..." His voice took on a playful tone, accompanied by a dramatic puppy-dog face.

Ember sighed, giving in. "Okay..." she whispered, reluctantly starting to climb.

As she stepped onto the ladder, Dylan stepped in, his protective instinct kicking in. "Stop," he said firmly, making everyone pause.

Emir frowned. "Now what?"

"I'll help her," Dylan insisted. He turned to the man helping her, "You can take a break. I'll take it from here."

Dylan moved behind Ember, gently guiding her. "Climb, I'm right behind you. I'll make sure you're comfortable once you're up."

Ember couldn't help but smile at his reassurance. Once she was settled on the tree branch, she looked down at him.

"Are you comfortable?" Dylan asked, his voice soft but caring.

Ember nodded, "Hm..."

"Don't be scared. I'm here," he reminded her with a gentle smile.

Again, she nodded, feeling her nerves start to ease. "Hm..."

"Okay, I'm going back now," Dylan said, turning to descend the ladder.

"Wait..." Ember called after him. Before he could move, she leaned down and pressed a quick, shy kiss to his cheek. "Mmh!"

Dylan froze, surprised. "What was that for?"

Ember smiled playfully. "This is your reward."

Dylan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You dared to kiss me in public."

She giggled softly, "No one can see us up here."

"Clever," Dylan whispered, moving closer to her.

"I know," Ember replied, her voice teasing.

But as Dylan leaned in even closer, her heart raced. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice wavering.

Dylan smirked, his eyes sparkling. "No one can see us."

"No... no..." Ember murmured, but her laughter betrayed her.

"Mmh..." Dylan kissed her softly, his lips brushing against hers. Ember gasped, pulling away, her breath shaky.

"Stop, stop it..." she managed between nervous giggles, her heart racing.

Dylan chuckled, watching her with amusement. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Ember nodded, still catching her breath. "Hm..."

He gave her a playful grin. "We need to practice."

"Practice?" Ember raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Yeah, practice... kissing," Dylan teased, winking at her.

She swatted at him lightly. "Dylan!"

Before the moment could go any further, Emir's voice broke through. "Are you two done up there? Dylan, come down!"

Dylan gave Ember one last smile before turning back. "Coming!"

As he climbed down, he looked back at Ember, his eyes still sparkling with mischief. "I'm going. Bye."

Ember waved, a small smile tugging at her lips. **This is definitely going to be an interesting day,** she thought to herself.

**A Playful Scene Under the Tree**

"Alright, Dylan, get to your position," Emir directed, his voice authoritative yet with a hint of playfulness.

Dylan gave a mock salute, "Going, director!" and headed to his spot.

Emir clapped his hands, signaling the start. "Let's begin!"

The photographer moved into place, adjusting the camera. "Miss, fold your leg and rest your hand on the tree branch, as if you're sitting on a bench."

Ember nodded, adjusting herself. "Okay."

"Perfect," the photographer muttered, snapping a few shots. "Snap! Snap!"

"That's it... perfect pose!" Emir exclaimed. "And... cut!"

Dylan, standing below, called up to her, "Ember, come down."

She looked around, realizing something was missing. "I can come down by myself, but... where's the ladder?"

Dylan grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Jump, I'll catch you."

Ember's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me?"

He raised an eyebrow, teasing her. "Don't you trust me?"

With a playful sigh, Ember decided to take the leap—literally. "Alright... catch me!" She jumped from the branch.

As promised, Dylan caught her easily. "Open your eyes," he whispered, noticing she had squeezed them shut.

She exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Houf!"

"You trust me too much," Dylan said, still holding her close.

Ember smiled. "Of course. You gave me a pinky promise... so, I trust you."

**On the Other Side...**

Meanwhile, Emir watched them, intrigued by the candid moment. He turned to the photographer. "Hey, just snap a few candid shots of them for me."

The photographer obliged, quickly capturing the moment. "Click! Click!"

As the camera clicked, Ember began to feel self-conscious. "Put me down... everyone is watching," she whispered, glancing around nervously.

Dylan's grip tightened slightly. "No, let them watch..." he teased, his eyes playful.

In a quieter voice, Ember said, "Everyone will know... about us."

Dylan's expression shifted, seriousness creeping into his thoughts. **She's right. If anyone finds out, it could change everything... her life, mine... especially with our countries involved.** He couldn't risk exposing her like that.

"Alright, alright," Dylan said, gently setting her down, his teasing demeanor now replaced with a more protective tone.

"Thank you, Dylan... sir," Ember added with a playful grin, emphasizing 'sir' to tease him back.

Dylan raised an eyebrow, amused. "Sir? That's a nice title for a junior."

Ember giggled, "What?"

"Yeah, I think I like it," Dylan teased, his voice filled with playful sarcasm.

**Back to Business...**

Emir's voice boomed through the set. "Are you two done over there?"

Dylan looked at Ember, chuckling. "What perfect timing."

Emir crossed his arms, pretending to be stern. "Thanks to you, this whole shoot is going to take the entire day at this speed."

Dylan raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! Let's pick up the pace."

Ember smiled, watching him. No matter how much they joked, there was always something deeper underneath the banter—something real.

Emir clapped his hands. "Alright, let's head to the next location for the shoot."

Just as he spoke, Ember sneezed. "Achoo!"

Dylan glanced at her with concern, then without a word, took off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders. "You'll catch a cold if you're not careful," he said softly.

Ember nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. "Hm..."

"Come on, sit in my car. It's warmer there," Dylan offered, opening the door for her.

"Okay..." Ember agreed, pulling the jacket tighter around herself as she climbed into the car.

Dylan turned to Emir. "We're heading to the next location. Bring your team quickly."

Emir gave him a thumbs-up. "Got it. Let's move, team!" he called out, and the crew followed.

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**In the Car...**

Ember tried to stifle another sneeze but failed. "Achoo! Achoo! Sorry, sorry..." she apologized between sneezes.

Dylan shook his head, handing her a tissue. "You're too sensitive to the cold," he said, a hint of worry in his voice.

Ember took the tissue, feeling a little guilty. "Sorry..."

Dylan frowned slightly. "Why are you dressed so lightly?"

Ember shrugged. "Tell that to your director," she muttered.

Without a word, Dylan reached out and pulled her into an embrace, his arms strong and comforting around her. "Come here, let me warm you up."

Surprised, Ember asked, "Why?"

But before she could protest, he gently pulled her closer, enveloping her in his warmth. She leaned into him, feeling her body relax.

"How do you feel now?" Dylan's voice was low, close to her ear.

Ember didn't respond immediately. She closed her eyes and let the moment sink in. **In his arms, it felt like the safest place in the world.** The warmth of his body chased away the cold, his touch calming her shivers, and his care made her heart swell with gratitude. **For a moment, she felt like the luckiest person alive.**

"Hm..." she finally whispered, the comfort of his embrace taking away her words.

Dylan rested his chin lightly on her head. "Just rest for a bit. Take a nap if you need to."

Ember closed her eyes, feeling the pull of sleep. But then, realization hit her suddenly, jolting her awake.

"Oh no!" she whispered, pulling away slightly. **She couldn't let herself get too comfortable—especially not like this.**

Dylan looked at Ember, his brows furrowing slightly in concern. "What happened?" he asked, noticing her sudden shift in mood.

Ember sighed. "I just forgot about him..."

Dylan tilted his head. "Who?"

"Oh no," Ember muttered, her face showing guilt. "He gave me a ride, and I completely forgot to thank him for his help."

Dylan's expression darkened slightly. "Him? Who is he?"

Ember glanced at him. "It's your fault."

Dylan looked confused. "My fault?"

"Yes!" Ember exclaimed. "When I found out you were in the dressing room, I ran to find you and totally forgot about him."

Dylan's mind raced, and his thoughts betrayed a bit of jealousy. That's good, she cares about me. But... who is he?

Ember reached for her phone. "Let me call him."

Before she could dial, Dylan quickly grabbed her hand and snatched the phone from her grasp.

"Dylan! What are you doing? I need to apologize!" Ember protested, her voice tinged with frustration.

Dylan held her gaze, calm but firm. "Answer my questions first, then you can call."

Ember narrowed her eyes. "So, if I answer, you'll give me my phone back?"

Dylan smirked slightly. "No."

Ember crossed her arms. "You said I could!"

"I'll think about it," Dylan teased, "after hearing your answers."

"That's not fair," Ember huffed. "I'm not telling you anything."

Dylan raised an eyebrow, amused. "Okay, okay... Just tell me—who is he?"

"I don't trust you. Pinky promise first," Ember demanded, holding out her pinky.

With a soft chuckle, Dylan locked pinkies with her. "Okay, pinky promise. Now tell me."

Ember hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Fine... I'll tell you."

Dylan leaned in, listening carefully. "Yes?"

"We met at the library..."

Dylan's eyes didn't leave her face. "Hm..."

"Are you even listening to me?" Ember asked, her tone slightly exasperated.

"Yes," Dylan said, trying to suppress a smile.

"Stop saying 'yes'!" Ember said, rolling her eyes.

"Okay," Dylan said, leaning back.

Ember sighed, composing herself. "So, we met at the library. You know I was scared that time, so I ran to the library. He saw me, put his hand on my shoulder, and I freaked out. He asked me what was wrong, but when I didn't answer, he said, 'It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I understand. We don't know each other, but we could be friends if you want.'"

Dylan's expression darkened, but he stayed silent.

"I told him it was none of his business at first," Ember continued, "but then he said, 'You've got something to say, but no one's listening. If you need someone, I can help, just by listening. Nothing bad will happen because we don't know each other.'"

Ember looked down, recalling the moment. "And so... I told him everything. After sharing, I felt relieved. He comforted me. Then Butler Feng called me, and I asked him to drop me here. When I arrived, I completely forgot to thank him. I just ran straight to your room..."

Dylan remained silent, processing everything she had said. His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't speak. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Ember glanced at him, wondering what was going through his mind. Why wasn't he saying anything?

Dylan sat in silence, his jaw clenched, his thoughts swirling.

Ember looked at him, confused. "What happened?"

Dylan muttered under his breath, "He comforted you... and even put his hand on your shoulder... How dare he..."

"Dylan!" Ember called out louder, unable to hear him properly. "What are you saying?"

Dylan's eyes narrowed. "What's his name?"

"You know him," Ember replied, her voice hesitant.

"Who?" Dylan asked, his tone sharp.

"Adrien... our classmate," she said softly.

Dylan's face darkened, anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Him?"

Ember nodded, "Yes... let me call him to thank him—"

But before she could finish, Dylan snatched the phone. "I'll call him," he said, voice firm, "I'll thank him for taking care of my girl."

Ember blinked in surprise, but handed over the phone. Dylan dialed Adrien's number, his fingers tight around the device.

"Hello?" Adrien's voice came through.

"Adrien," Dylan began, his tone cold.

Adrien sounded surprised. "Dylan? I didn't know you had my number."

Dylan didn't miss a beat. "I didn't know you hadn't changed it."

"Yeah... I'm actually waiting for a call from someone. What's up?" Adrien asked casually.

Dylan cut straight to the point. "Let's not waste time. This is about Ember."

Adrien's voice shifted slightly. "Ah, this call's about Ember? I figured as much. She's my friend."

"She's not your friend," Dylan's voice dropped, controlled but seething. "Just stay away from her."

Adrien let out a short laugh. "Is this really why you called me?"

Ember, hearing the tense exchange, tried to reach for the phone. "What are you saying, Dylan? Give me the phone, I'll talk to him."

Dylan gently held her hand, stopping her. "Adrien," he said into the phone, "thanks for taking care of my girl when I wasn't around. But next time... you don't need to."

Adrien's tone became sharp. "Okay... let's see about that."

Dylan handed the phone to Ember with a smirk. "I promised I'd let you talk to him. Here, go ahead."

Ember quickly took the phone. "Adrien, I'm so sorry about earlier. I was just so excited when I heard Dylan was in the dressing room. I ran off without thanking you. I didn't mean to—"

Adrien interrupted her with a light chuckle. "It's fine, Ember. We're friends, remember?"

Before she could respond, the line abruptly went dead. She looked at Dylan, shocked. "Hey! What happened? Why did you hang up?"

Dylan leaned back, a smug smile on his face. "We don't need to talk to him anymore. Trust me."

Dylan leaned back, smirking. "You wanted to say sorry, and you did."

Ember crossed her arms, pouting. "But it's rude to hang up without saying goodbye."

Dylan shrugged. "That's fine."

Ember puffed her cheeks in frustration. "Hmmph!"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, amused. "What? Are you planning to pout all day?"

Ember turned her face away, still pouting. "Maybe..."

He sighed playfully. "Okay, okay. Stop it, you'll suffocate."

She kept her face turned from him, the silent protest continuing.

Dylan chuckled. "Alright, I'll apologize to him, happy?"

Ember peeked at him. "When?"

"After the shoot," Dylan promised, grinning.

A smile spread across Ember's face. "Now that's my boy."

Dylan teased, "So now you're happy?"

"Yes," Ember nodded firmly. "I just want you to be kind to everyone. I don't want anyone talking bad about you behind your back."

Dylan's expression softened. "You're always thinking about me..."

Ember shrugged casually. "Of course, it's only natural I think about my man."

Dylan's eyes lit up with a playful gleam. "Say that again."

Ember raised an eyebrow. "Say what?"

"You know what," he nudged her.

She pretended to be clueless. "No, I don't."

Dylan pouted playfully. "Please?"

Ember chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, don't give me that look..."

Just as she was about to speak, the driver interrupted, "Sir, we've arrived."

Ember quickly moved, "Let's go!"

But Dylan stopped her. "Driver, could you give us a moment?"

The driver nodded and left. Ember looked at Dylan, confused. "Why did you ask him to leave?"

Dylan leaned closer, eyes gleaming. "Because you didn't finish what you were saying."

Ember's heart raced as he moved closer, inch by inch. "W-What are you doing?"

"Are you going to say it, or should I?" Dylan whispered, closing the distance.

Ember pushed at his chest, flustered. "Okay, okay, stop! I'll say it."

She took a deep breath, her voice soft. "You're my man."

In an instant, Dylan kissed her gently on the lips, sending warmth through her.

"Mmh..." she mumbled, surprised.

He pulled back, smiling. "Now that's good."

Ember, still a bit dazed, glanced at him. "Can we go now?"

Dylan laughed, opening the door. "Let's go."