Short n' Sweet - Hugh Jackman

You'd Make A Great Wife

Indeed, a few months have passed since you started secretly dating Hugh again. He's made good on his promise to make things right, and the two of you have been cautiously trying to rebuild your relationship in private, away from the media.

However, it doesn't take long for observant fans to piece things together when word spreads that Hugh has been spotted in the same cities as your tour dates. Rumors start swirling on social media, speculating if the two of you have reunited.

You can't help but chuckle as you scroll through yet another gossipy TikTok, shaking your head in amused disbelief. "How the fuck did they even get this picture?" you wonder aloud, showing the screenshot of you and Hugh sneaking away from the venue, huddled close together.

The comments on the video speculate wildly about your relationship status, with some fans vehemently defending you and your privacy while others are hell-bent on exposing every detail they can dig up.

Scrolling through the comments again, you find yourself chuckling at the obviousness of some fans' replies. "Obviously!" and "Duh!" are the common responses, as diehard fans express their excitement and support for your relationship.

Hugh responds, his tone apologetic, "I'm sorry, darling. I know we're trying to keep this private."

Hugh wrapped his arms around you, his expression soft and apologetic as you settled into his lap. "It's not your fault, baby," you reassured him, your voice gentle and understanding. You could feel the tension and worry in his body as he held you tightly, and you knew that he felt responsible for the leak of information, despite it not being his fault.

You could feel the intensity of his emotions as he held you tightly, his body tense with worry and desperation. It was clear that he was terrified of losing you again, and the pained expression on his face was a testament to his deep fear of history repeating itself.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his voice shaky as he spoke. "I can't lose you again," he murmured, his words filled with a mixture of anguish and love.

Your heartbreaking at the sound of his voice, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe his fears and reassure him that you weren't going anywhere.

"You're not going to lose me," you whispered, your words spoken with conviction, "you know we're going to get married and all that when we go public."

He lifted his head and looked at you, his eyes full of emotion and vulnerability. "Promise?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked into his eyes, your heart swelling with love and determination. "I promise," you said firmly, your voice filled with sincerity and reassurance.

You gently grabbed his chin, your thumb tracing over the stubble on his jaw as a sly grin crept onto your lips. "You know you're so hot when you're worried," you murmured, your voice dripping with desire. Then, without another moment's hesitation, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, your lips meeting his in a passionate exchange of heat and love.

He responded to your kiss eagerly, his hands roaming over your body as he pulled you closer, pressing himself against you with an intensity that matched your own. It was as if all the pent-up desire and longing that had been building between you for months was being released in that single moment.

The kiss grew more and more desperate, both of you losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, your tongues intertwined in a dance of intimacy and passion.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Ryan burst into the hotel room, his words cut off abruptly. His eyes widened, and he let out a gasp of surprise as he spotted the two of you locked in an intimate embrace. "Oh my god, is this real right now?" he exclaimed, still recovering from the shock of stumbling upon you and Hugh in such a compromising position.