"You were so uncomfortable." His lips brush my ear.

"I was not." Denying that scene is the best I can do. The early sunlight that shines through the curtains, woke us up. Dan lies right behind me in the not so crisp any more hotel bed. His arm is resting around my waist and my eyes are still closed. I'm trying to preserve the utter feeling of joy that overwhelms me right now. In a couple of hours, I will be on an airplane that will take me back home and he will be on his way for another interview, another promotional meeting to sell this movie. Hopefully, we will see each other next Saturday, before I move to my new apartment.

"I thought they taught you everything about anatomy and that you were used to examining naked men. Never expected you would be that shocked." He kisses the nape of my neck.

I snort. "Most of the bodies used during anatomy class were dead and they certainly didn't stand under a shower, looking hot. And my classmates hadn't orgasmed during class, like that lady with the weird hat three rows behind us. That was uncomfortable. I can't believe you were that calm."

"I wish we could stay here for ever." He pulls me to his chest, his cheek rests in my neck. I feel the soft breeze of his breath against my skin. It sends a pleasant tingle through my body.

Last night on the roof we were afraid someone locked us out, but when we checked the door we could get back in. There was no one in the hallway. I felt silly for thinking something awful had happened. We went back to the party, stayed for a while, and went to the hotel.

"So, this Sasha..." I say.

"Please, don't ruin this moment." Dan squeezes me tight. His fingers brush against the skin of my stomach. The foreboding of a tickle lies in this gesture. I lay my hand on his, intertwine my fingers with his. Sasha can wait.

I turn around, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me on my forehead. The soft buzz of his phone interrupts his kiss. With a low groan, he looks at the screen of his phone.

"I got to take this." His face has an annoyed look on it. "Hello?"

I silently start to sing the Lionel Richie song, but I end it when Dan frowns at me. Pfft, party pooper. His smile is gone and he rubs his hand restless through his hair. He walks away from me so I can't follow the whole conversation. He's standing with one arm raised, leaning against the wall, giving me the full view on his backside. I can see the scratch marks I made on his skin last night.

This phone call is taking longer then I thought. Dan throws several quick glances at me. What is this all about? The longer it takes, the more nervous I get.

Luckily my phone indicates I have a new message. I quickly look at it. I smile when I see it's Megan. She sent me several messages. Curious I open the first one.

"Eli, you two are all over the news. They found out where you live, and I'm exterminating the paparazzi with my super soaker."

I try to let the words sink into me. They found out about us. It feels as if we're doing something illegal. I try to catch Dan's gaze, but he's to busy with his phone call. My eyes go back to my phone. They found out where I live. A soft moan leaves my mouth.

Megan included a link to a webpage, and I open it. It's a link to her favorite gossip page. The first thing I see is four pictures of me and Dan last night, standing on the rooftop. In the first picture, we're standing next to each other. On the second Dan's arm is laying half around me. Our gazes are locked. In the third picture, I'm lying in Dan's arms. We're completely oblivious of our surroundings, we could have been easily the only people in the world. And the last picture is one of us kissing. These images leave nothing to the imagination.

Did someone follow me last night? I guess so, the pictures are proof someone did. I can't remember where Sasha went after her fight with Dan on the dance floor. Would she do such a thing? Why was she fighting with Dan? Maybe it was one of the other guests. Dan wasn't really subtle with his dramatic exit. The more I think about it, the more suspects come up. Maybe it was one of the waiters who needed some extra money. Maybe it was an unsuspecting fan, hoping to catch Dan alone. Maybe it was just one of Dan's co-actors. Who can say?

I look at Dan, is this what he's talking about on the phone?

Megan sent me more messages. "Don't worry, I've got everything under control," it says. A picture of her and a water gun is added to this message.

The next one makes me laugh out loud. It's the image of a bunch of soaked, angry people, waving their fists at the person who took the picture, probably Megan. 'Next time I'll use red paint', is the message she wrote under it.

Finally, Dan's done talking on the phone and he starts to look at his screen. There's a certain determination in his movements and I'm curious what he's doing.

"Is everything okay? Was that about us?" I say, slowly walking towards him.

"I'm not sure yet." His eyes stay on the little screen.

"What's going on, Dan?" He never responded to my second question, did he even hear me?

"This." He shows me a picture on his phone. I already saw it, it's the one where we're kissing.

"I know. Megan sent them to me. She's shooting the paparazzi that are in front of our house." As soon as I speak the words, I know how wrong they sound.

"What?" Dan's eyes are huge.

"Don't worry, she's using a water gun." I show him the picture.

He chuckles. "Just let her be careful. If she accidentally breaks their equipment, she will be dragged to court. But if this is the reason why I will pay for all her lawyers."

"How bad is this?" I ask.

"I don't know, but I think we'll find out soon enough. It was bound to happen anyway." He sits down on the bed, next to me.

"What does this mean for my internship?" I start to fret as I think of what Eric told me last night. I don't want to face paparazzi on my first day in the hospital. "What does this mean for my life?"

His hand runs restless through his hair. "I don't know, Eli. I just talked to my manager. He heard about the pictures. He's on his way and he wants to talk to us."

Dan wraps his arms around me as I start to fumble my phone.

"What are you doing?" Dan asks.

"I want to know who made these pictures."

I go back to Megan's favorite gossip page, or the source to all knowledge as she calls it. I hope to find out more about the secret photographer's identity.

"Eli, you don't want to do that," Dan says when he sees the page I'm looking at.

I shrug. I don't care what people have to say about me. Maybe it's the same urge that makes you look at an accident that just happened. It's nothing new to me, I remember the uproar I caused when I declined my gaming contract. I'm not sure if people can surpass the number of misogynistic comments I got back then. 'She can make me a sandwich' was one of the friendlier things that were said. The viler ones were about what they would do with some of my body parts. They must have been so proud anonymously trash talking about a sixteen-year-old girl.

The pictures are all over the website. Obviously we're a hot item.

"Is it weird to say that I actually like these pictures?" I say. "I always thought they tried to catch you as unflattering as possible, but these are beautiful."

Everyone has an opinion about it. Some people think we're cute, some people think I should die a horrible death, others think my ass looks fat, and so on. These people aren't as imaginative as the gamer community and their insults are boring, actually.

But I can't find any clue about the mysterious photographer, no mention of a friend or insider and I know I have to look further.

Apparently the journalists who work for this website also wrote biographies about us. Dan's is almost a copy of the IMDB page, the films he played in are mentioned, and the ever-present list of his former girlfriends. I check if I can find Sasha on the list of exes, and she is. Curious as I am I quickly check my biography. It can't be that long. I mean, how much time did they have to find anything about me? And how interesting am I, I'm just a student.

But I couldn't be more wrong.

I never knew there was that much to tell about me.

The article starts with my success in med school, that I'm a brilliant student, taking double classes, and all that jazz. I cringe when I see my picture that's on my college card. It's a horrible image, it looks like a mugshot. How on earth did these people found that one? Did they hack the school's administration?

Then it continues to my gaming history. They found pictures of old tournaments, of me with my sickly pale face in between the rest of my team. They made a complete analysis of my gaming years, including my sudden retirement. But why I exactly quit is a mystery for them and they totally bought the 'I want to focus on my education' story I sold every one.

The last picture makes me smile. I never saw it before. Me and my brother are on it, in an embrace only siblings can pull off, our mouths in the same determined line. I know exactly when it was taken. It was made during a tournament. I was too young to participate, but Greg was blowing everyone's mind. He was a genius. I quickly rub my eyes, hoping to inconspicuously wipe away the tears that blur my sight.

"Eli, what's wrong?" Dan looks worried.

"Nothing." I want to click the image away, but he takes my hand and looks at the picture.

"Who's that? Is that an ex-boyfriend?" Dan stares straight at me as if he tries to read my mind.

My mouth is dry. "That's my brother."

"You never told me you have a brother. You really look like each other." He studies the picture.

"Had. I had a brother. His name was Greg. He died seven years ago." I try to say it as neutral as possible, trying not to reveal any emotion, because what happened to Greg, was my fault.

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AN: Thanks for reading, vote/comment if you like it. 

Dedicated to Clayem Thanks for all your support and comments! They make me smile :) You should check out her story Uza - 1. Rep'Uher!