* Prologue *

Kevin Richardson opened the door to his home as quietly as possible for a six-foot tall man carrying two suitcases and a bouquet of white and pink roses. It was two in the morning. He and the other Backstreet Boys had just returned from a three-month long North American tour. They did have two dates left - one at home in Orlando, the other in Tampa - but those didn’t really count.

Kevin left his suitcases in the foyer and went to put the roses in water before creeping up the stairs to the second floor to the one thing that always seemed to call him home.

Kevin stood silently in the door frame to his bedroom. No, it’s our bedroom - hers and mine. He gazed at the bed, or more appropriately the woman sleeping in it.

God, how I missed her, he thought as he watched her reach out and clutch his pillow to her breast. He was content to stay where he was, but another part of him wanted to touch her, to pull her close and whisper her how much he loved her. He resisted the temptation, though, afraid of wakening his Sleeping Beauty from her slumber.

“Riah, how did you do this to me? How did you take hold of my heart and soul,” he murmured. “God, I love you.”

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