Page 68 of The Biker's Virgin
Olivia slid her arm around Blaine’s waist, in response he slung his arm over her shoulder and kissed her on the top of her head.
“What post show stuff do we have to do?” he asked.
Olivia dragged him into her dressing room, pressed her lips hungrily against his, and started fumbling with his belt buckle.
“This kind of post show stuff.”
“Oh,” Blaine said. “I think I could get used to this touring routine.” He chuckled and lifted Olivia up by the waist with one arm; she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slammed the door shut behind them.
Olivia knew that every decision in her life had led her to this moment - and she never felt happier. Now that Blaine was with her, wherever she was on tour, felt like home. She was his. And more importantly, he was hers.
THE END.
