Benjamin Wadsworth

We have been secretly dating for a little over five years, since he is at the height of his fame and we did not risk having a public relationship, after his success in several series and films.

I was watching it on TV; I was in the middle of an interview.

"And tell us, Wadsworth, does your heart already have an owner?"

I see how he visibly tenses up and just tries to maintain the smile that adorns his face.

"Yes, I couldn't live without hamburgers in the afternoons," he smiles, trying to be funny to change the subject.

But her answer makes me smile, because indirectly she said that I, because whenever I get home from stressful days I make hamburgers to pass the afternoon.

After about 15 days, he arrives from parties and events promoting his latest film, but he has to be careful when he sees us. I'm at our house, which is on the outskirts of the city, far from everyone.

I'm in the kitchen finishing the last details of the welcome meal I prepared for him; I put up balloons and baked him a chocolate cake.

I hear the door open.

"Love, I'm here!" I hear her say as she closes the door and pulls her suitcase.

"Welcome!" I run to hug him.

"I missed your hugs so much," he says, putting his suitcase aside and lifting me by my thighs as I hug him.