Trust

A promise that never was kept, one of those moments you'll never forget

When in the beginning of May they started to lift the restrictions, Nick acted instantly.

I'll be in Stockholm next weekend

meet me

Are you serious?

I couldn't believe him. I wasn't even sure if it was possible to travel from my country or his country. Stockholm, Sweden. I've heard that they were taking the virus quite lightly there, so I guess Nick did his homework.

yes.

I don't know...

I wasn't exactly feeling comfortable already traveling. Not that I was scared of the virus anymore, but they just loosened the restrictions.

And, seriously. Nick wanted to meet me. Nick Jonas. Now that the quarantine seemed to be over for a while, he somehow regained his persona as the world-known popstar, actor, celebrity. Besides, he had a wife.

please

I need to see you

I hit the call button beside his name. We needed to talk about this.

'This is just crazy, Nick,' I said instantly as he accepted the call. I didn't care if he was at a comfortable place to talk, or if he's had people around him, but I didn't give a shit. He couldn't just ask me something like this with no further conversation.

'No, it's not,' he said without thinking. 'I'm officially going to see some songwriter friends for some collabs.'

'And won't it be suspicious if you have no new songs?'

'No. These writing trips don't necessarily equal new songs. They are just a good way to be creative, and sometimes great things come out of them,' he explained.

'And you want to spend the weekend with me?' I asked, biting my lip.

'Yes,' Nick replied, sounding sure of himself, like he had absolutely no doubts about this idea. 'Please say that you'll come.'

I stayed quiet for a while, thinking about our options. I desperately wanted to see Nick. But...

'If I come,' I started slowly, trying to put my concerns into words. 'It will officially make me a home-wrecker.'

Nick contemplated my words before answering.

'I won't let that happen,' he said, sounding sure and committed. 'I respect you way too much to put you into that situation.' I can't describe how much that statement warmed my heart.

'C'mon, Nick, I'm pretty sure that I'm already the other woman in your marriage,' I chuckled bitterly. 'You, me and a weekend in Stockholm won't exactly help.'

'I've never touched you,' Nick said, sounding a little bit less sure now. 'You can't be the other woman if nothing physical has ever happened between us.' It was bullshit and we both knew it. Yet, I've stayed quiet, listening to his words. He paused, waiting to see if I was going to interrupt him, then continued: 'I'll make sure nothing happens in Stockholm either, if you come.'

'You won't touch me?' I asked, half-chuckling. It was impossible to imagine the two of us being in the same room and not touching each other, especially after the night of FaceTime sex.

'No,' he said slowly. 'I promise.'

Maybe it was only because I've missed him so much, or because I just wanted to see him. Or perhaps because I was a little crazy. Anyway, ten minutes later I had a plane ticket booked to Stockholm for next Friday.