More Than Famous (Famous #2) by Kahlen Aymes Page B

my conviction to steel myself against it. "I know." I placed another small kiss on his mouth and inhaled deeply.  "I know." 
    "Are you scared?"
    "A little, I guess."
    "We're going to do this together, just like we've done all along, right?"
    I nodded. Cade squeezed my hand one last time before letting go as the driver opened the door.  The screams flooded our senses as they increased in volume.  Cade got out first, paused, and then offered me his hand.
    We waved at the crowd, and each of us went to opposite sides of the carpet to begin signing autographs and talking to fans.  It seemed like hours later when we stepped off to our individual photo calls and were able to talk to some of the other cast members.
    Wendy and Jennifer were there along with Martin, our director. We had photos taken with all of them.  Wendy and I weren't hanging out as much, so when she came over and hugged me to her for a photo, I was surprised.
    "Hi, Brook!  It's great to see you.  Love your dress!" 
    "You look good too, Wendy.  Let's catch up at the party, huh?" I smiled warmly at her and hoped the strain between us would be in the past.
    "Sure thing.  See you later!"  She walked off into the theater, but I still had some photos to do.
    When they called for Cade and I to pose together, I was thankful to have his arm around me again as he pressed his fingers into the side of my waist.   His hand went around my body so naturally and as I gazed up at him, I felt calmed by his presence next to me.  Peace within the madness.  I watched him talk to his fans and do the interviews with me, and when his hand ran through his gorgeous mane again and again, I figured he was a little flustered, too.
    I felt like we were shouting our answers to the television hosts and news media, and I could barely hear myself talk above the roar of the crowds. 
    "I think I'm going deaf!"  Cade murmured down to me at one point.  "But I'm not going blind.  You're so beautiful; I can't keep my eyes off of you, Brook.  I'll be watching you all night, babe.  I love you."
    "Me too."  I smiled as the cameras flashed again and again.
     

     
    CADE AND I sat next to each other in the middle of the theater with our families on both sides.  He'd introduced me to his parents, and his brother, Oliver, briefly, but I hadn't really had a chance to speak to them.  Oliver had Cade’s coloring and was very handsome, though, my biased mind argued, not as handsome as his brother. Layla, who I'd met during the filming, was slender and elegant, dressed head to toe in Versace, her dress glimmering softly as the cameras flashed.  Cade's parents were a lot like him, down-to-earth and normal people.  It was apparent that they were extremely proud of his success by the way his mom couldn't stop smiling and touching his hair, and his dad's chest was all puffed up.
    Rightfully so , I thought.  He's amazing. I took a deep breath as the movie started and my voiceover came over the speakers.  Cade grabbed my hand and held on tight.  I glanced up at him and smiled to myself.
    The looks on the faces of our mothers were priceless.  There were times during the movie when I felt Cade tense and sensed he wanted to flee the theater.  He was especially uneasy during the scene when his character, Ryan, touched Julia as a lover for the first time.
    It was so emotional, and he played it so realistically. I did too, but I’d been in such awe of him, and I was secretly living it in real life. I could watch him for hours on end . I of all people knew it was acting, but it seemed so real. I watched the reaction of some of the people around us, and people were completely drawn in.
    I scratched the inside of his palm and he glanced at me with a secret smile, and then rubbed the top of my hand with his thumb.
    Hopefully, everyone was so caught up in the movie that they didn't notice our entwined hands, but somehow, we just had to touch each other.
    Memories flooded my mind as the movie