Running off to Amsterdam is the best decision Ella ever made in her life. In just a few months, sheâs been able to put her past behind her and has found a new family and friends. She can almost ignore the voices in her head telling her this idyllic scenario is temporary.
When Lou Rivers shows up in Amsterdam, heâs the constant reminder of the life she led and the mistakes she made. As the two of them embark on an emotional and musical journey across Europe, Ella will have to face her own insecurities and make a decision that might break them apart forever.

âYou know what I was thinkingâŚâ he said, lowering his head and looking down before staring at me again. He was all smiles and furtive looks today, even more than usual. I hadnât been able to stop thinking about his kisses or his hands on me all morning. Every look he gave me just made it worse. It was so difficult to act normal around him.
âWhat were you thinking?â
âYou should be my guide.â
âYour guide?â I asked, confused.
âYeah, you know. There are so many things I havenât seen yet and you do know Amsterdam pretty well. Take me to see all the cool places. Like that coffee shop we went to the first time we hung out.â I wasnât that naĂŻve; I knew what he was trying to do. Taking him around meant spending more time alone with him. Spending more time alone with him meant falling into patterns I should have steered clear of. I knew what he was aiming at.
âYou have been here for weeks, Lou. Iâm pretty sure you have seen plenty of cool places!â I said, dismissively.
âYeah, but not as much as I would like. I kind of got distracted,â he replied, giving me a hooded look that made my stomach flip. âAnd I havenât gone to the Van Gogh museum yet.â
âYOU HAVENâT?â I asked him, too surprised to be able to contain the shock in my voice. âWhat, why?â I babbled for a moment before I asked, âWhy havenât you gone yet?â my voice sounding exasperated.
âWell, I was hoping we could go togetherâŚyou told me how many times youâve beenâŚI thought itâd be fun to go with someone who knew the place well,â he said shrugging.
When I saw him this morning, I blushed a deep red, and he seemed equally bashful. The make out session that had followed our musical escapade last night was something out of a dream. After I had gotten upstairs, my phone chimed, and I found a text from him that just said:
âYou did it.â
I was still questioning the events of last night, and it was hard not to think about his fingers in my panties and my hands roaming his body. I also couldnât stop thinking about the fact Ally had been right all along with her finger porn comment. I kept zoning out and staring at his lips and thinking about his kisses. I had it bad, real bad. I came out of my daydream while he was talking about windmills.
âI also heard of this place in the countryside, where you can hang out between the picturesque windmills of the Netherlands…â he said with the theatrics of an announcer from a travel commercial. He grinned at me, aware of how ridiculous his pitch sounded.
âYeah, I heard of that place too…and?â
âWell, I think you should take me to see the windmills,â he teased in a low voice, his face just a few inches away from mine.
âWhy does it sound like something dirty when you say it like that?â I asked, mimicking the tone of his voice, moving my face closer to his, balancing myself on the bar with my hands.
âItâs because you have a dirty mind, Ella,â he replied in a low, teasing voice, drinking a sip of coffee. I couldnât take my eyes off of him and his lips, and the image of the two of us on the floor flashed in front of my eyes, and I blushed again.
âIf you guys are done flirting all over this counter,â Ally said, popping up at the other end of the bar, âthereâs someone here that would like to order some food. As long as you two are done, otherwise I am going to gag!â
We both turned to her without saying a word. I hadnât even seen her come in, which was crazy, considering we werenât even busy.
âWhy donât you guys just do it and get it out of your system?â she asked as if it was the most normal thing to say.
Lou chuckled and looked down, shaking his head at Allyâs forwardness. I rolled my eyes, sighed and decided against saying something I would regret. But I wasnât letting her off easy.
I held my imaginary tiny violin and said, âAlly, this tiny violin is playing just for you.â She gave me the âFriendsâ fuck-you salute. Fair enough.
âWhat do you want to order, you brat?â I asked, trying to keep a serious, annoyed face. She gave me her orderâto goâand then I proceed to take it to Helga in the kitchen. When I got back, she and Lou were sitting next to each other, deep into conversation. At the same time, the door opened, and I saw a familiar face peek in.
âHendrick, youâre back!â I threw the towel I was holding on the bar and ran to him, as he made his way through the tables, smiling.
I launched myself at him and hugged him tight. He spun me around, laughing.
When he put me down, I took a better look at his face. He looked great, just as handsome as I remembered, maybe just a little bit skinnier, which made him look more grown-up. Besides Ally, Hendrick was one of my closest friendsâand former lover.
âItâs good to see you again, Ella! I missed you!â he said looking at me.
âI missed you too!â
Johan and Helga joined me in saying hi to him.
âHelga! Johan! Het is goed om terug te zijn!â he said, hugging them. They were happy to see him too, and the three of them started chatting, talking a little too fast for me to grasp anything. I still watched the whole interaction and took a better look at him. His blonde hair was shorter in the back and longer in the front, falling on his forehead. His eyes were just as blue and bright as I remembered.
Behind me, I could hear Lou ask Ally, âWhoâs Hendrick?âÂ
Ally replied, teasing him. âAnother one of her paramours. You didnât think you were the only one, did you?â
Jesus, that lady! Always so damn feisty! Did she really have to say that? There was no need to make Lou jealous. There was nothing going on between Hendrick and me anymore. That was just a fling.
I had met Hendrick when I started working for Helga and Johan. He was one of the few usual customers that knew more English, and we hit it off right away. He was just a couple years older than me and was a deejay. Not only did he have a cool job, but he was also handsome and funny. Pretty soon, he invited me to go see him deejay at a club and it wasnât long after that night that we started sleeping together, occasionally. He had made it clear though he wasnât looking for a girlfriend, and at first I didnât think I was looking for a relationship either. He also didnât want to get involved, because he planned to go to London to study music production for a masterâs degree. At first, it seemed that the attraction between us was enoughâour arrangement suited me just fineâbut later on I realized that even though I liked him, our relationship wasnât going to grow or change into anything else, and it made me feel empty. We broke it off on friendly terms, and I still continued to see him as a friend when heâd be playing at a club. We kept in touch even now that he lived in London, but I had no idea he was coming back.
âAre you here for a visit?â I asked him when he was done talking to Johan.
âYes,â he turned to me and paused for a moment before switching to English. His brow furrowed, and he said, âIâll be here for a few days, but Iâm going back to London. My masterâs program isnât over for another couple of months.â
Johan asked him something else, and I resumed whatever I was doing before he walked in.
When I went back to the bar, Ally and Lou were still sitting there.
âLou is jealous,â Ally said flatly, without batting an eye.
âYouâre terrible, you know that?â He rebuffed, trying to look unfazed by her words. He was blushing though, and I couldnât deny I was tickled by the whole thing.
âHendrick is just a friend,â I reassured him. âYou know, that wasnât very nice, Ally.â
âOh, relax! Instead, letâs talk about what weâre going to do for your birthday next week.â
âMy birthday? I have no idea. Doing nothing at all sounds wonderful to me.â
âNonsense. These are the years that need to be celebrated. After thirty, youâre off the hook.â
âOkay,â I agreed without making a fuss. I knew it was pointless to argue with her. It was nice she remembered my birthday was coming up, but honestly I didnât feel like making a big deal about it. It just made me think of my parents and our strained relationship. I probably should send them another postcard soon or make a phone call, just to let them know I was still alive.
When Ally left, I made the introductions between Lou and Hendrick. They chatted for a while and then Hendrick left, saying he had a few errands to run. Lou wasnât supposed to meet with Hans Koll today, so he came with me to pick up Lieke at school, and afterwards we started playing. The number of songs he had was growing, and he felt like he finally had something to give to the record company when theyâd try to check on him.
Things between us had been different since last night. All day he stole kisses from me whenever we were alone, and I didnât stop him. In fact, I wanted more. I wondered why he never asked me to go to his apartment. I should have asked him. Maybe I should have told him plain and simple that I wanted him.
It seemed I could never find the right time to say those words though. My emotions were betraying me though, because Helga noticed something was different.
âWhatâs going on between you and the boy?â she asked with a sly smile when we were alone in the kitchen. I tried to dismiss it and cried, âNiets!â but the blush on my face betrayed me once again, and when I looked into her eyes, she just smiled and then proceeded to hug me for a good five minutes.
âYou deserve to be happy, sweet girl,â she whispered. âDonât let your fears make you miss out on something as beautiful as love.â
My fears. I felt like I was getting rid of some, since last nightâs groundbreaking turn of events, but when it came to Lou, there was a whole chunk of fears I couldnât let go of.
We had been making out pretty much all day, but when evening came he was quieter than usual, and he wasnât joking around as much. I wondered what was up with him. Then, before we said goodbye, he told me he had to leave Amsterdam in about a week.
âA week?â I asked him.
His eyes were fixed on mine, and I tried really hard to hide the disappointment on my face, but I knew I wasnât doing a good job at all.
âJosh has some tech booked for me for the next few weeks. The record company knows, so I canât just blow it off.â
I lowered my head, unable to look at him. I didnât want him to leave. I had been afraid of this moment for weeks, and it was even worse now, because during the last few days, the bond and the level of t between us had gotten even stronger. It wasnât just a sexual attraction I had for him. I loved how he seemed playful and carefree most of the time, and then heâd surprise me by being deep and soulful. I loved the way he looked at me when I played; it gave me confidence and made me believe I was capable of anything. Shit, did I really just admit to myself I loved him? It didnât really matter, though, did it? Because one way or another, I would have to get used to life without him.

Hilaria Alexander was born and raised in the south of Italy, where her family still lives. She attended college at the Istituto Universitario Orientale in Naples, Italy, and lived one year in Tokyo, Japan, as part of an exchange student program. She now lives in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids. When she isn’t at work, she is reading, catching up on her favorite TV shows and making up story-lines in her mind. She loves traveling and is a self-proclaimed concert addict. This Love is her second romance novel. She published her first novel, Prude, in January 2015.