Looking forward to the MTV awards and hoping for some Malibu Madness this summer! Please, pm or e-mail me if you see anything about them...anything at all! It feeds my addiction and adds to the potential story list that's already a mile long!
This chapter is a continuation of the Nylon story. When we last left our fave couple, Vanessa had a migraine and Zac had brought her home to put her to bed. He brushed her hair, lay down in bed with her and let her fall asleep - as only a wonderful bf, such as himself, would do! ;)
Hope you'll read, enjoy and review! KTZLF! -adc
Zac felt her breathing ease and her body relax as she soon gave in to the sleep that she needed. He lay there with her for what seemed like an hour before her body turned and she shifted her head off his shoulder and onto her own pillow.
He lay still for a few more minutes, his mind drifting back to the party, the interviews, the flashing cameras…then it moved forward to upcoming events, a trip back to Vancouver, movie premiers, musical rehearsals, a house in Malibu.
He lifted himself just enough to see the clock on the bedside table. 11:45. Zac soon realized he was less than tired, had a lot going through his mind, and wasn't about to lay in the bed and fidget with his thumbs while staring at the ceiling. With Vanessa finally asleep – her soft snore told him exactly how exhausted she had really been – he decided to get up and move downstairs.
Shadow's tiny claws clicking against the floor made him smile as he reached the bottom of the stairs and realized the little fur ball was following him. "Hey Rat." He grinned and again reached down to take the little creature in his hands.
The animal nuzzled its nose against Zac's neck and licked his jawbone once or twice before settling in to be carried into the kitchen. Shadow made no move as Zac opened the refrigerator door and pulled a bottle of water from the shelf. He also grabbed the grilled chicken salad that Vanessa had ordered from the restaurant the prior night and decided to finish it for her.
He put the bottle and take-out container on the counter and then reached into the cabinet for a bowl which he sat next to the food. Only then did he put Vanessa's pup down and poured some of the water into the bowl for Shadow to enjoy.
The curly gray head dipped into the bowl and lapped at the water while Zac grabbed a fork and dug into the salad quietly. Both sat content for a few minutes until Shadow sat back on her haunches and stared at Zac as he ate. After a slight whimper escaped the dog's mouth, the sandy-haired man looked at her and grinned.
"You know Mommy would shoot me if she knew I fed you table food." Zac practically whispered as he tore off a couple of small bits of chicken and put them down in front of Shadow. He grinned as the furry little face quickly devoured the meat and looked back up at him wanting more.
"Two more bites and you're done. She only eats dry dog food. My ass. You'd probably chew on my ankles if I let you." He tore off two more pieces of the white meat and sat them down next to the water bowl.
Zac grinned as Shadow ate those bites and then lay down on the counter as he finished the salad and guzzled the bottle of water. At what point in the past five years had his life turned to this? Zac looked at the little face beside him and ran his fingers through the curly mess of fur. Good question. At what point did stolen moments with his girlfriend's pet become such an important part of his life?
He thought for just a moment as he listened to the silence in the monstrous house. The 'point' he was looking for was probably somewhere between his excitement surrounding his first date with the beautiful woman who was sleeping upstairs…and the empty feeling that took over him now, five years later, when he had to leave that same woman behind for a week or two because of projects.
Zac ducked his head at the thought and gave Shadow a solid stroke down her tiny body. He lifted the pup and put her back on the floor before he took the trash and tossed it into the garbage can.
He glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall and looked closely at the various things that Vanessa had written there. Nylon party, photo shoot, Zac to Vancouver, Stella's recital, home with Zac, MTV Awards, Dyl's Graduation, Rent rehearsals, Starla & David in town… his mind began swirling again. He flipped the pages forward just a couple of months and noticed the writing, covered by a red 'x' on the next to last day of July.
Beastly Premiere :) … was followed on the second line by Charlie St. Cloud Premiere TOO! But the thin red, crossed lines marked through the name of Vanessa's movie release date. Her management had called to say that the Beastly release was being postponed, or at least changed. That call had come in earlier that day causing her beaming face to pout.
As Zac thought back to Vanessa's phone conversation with Evan, her manager, he realized that her migraine probably started there and was only made worse by the questions they had to answer, and lie about, as the evening had progressed.
She had stood with a somewhat forced smile on her face while he had done a wonderful acting job and told the interviewers that he would be at the premiers for both movies. It wasn't a lie. He would be there for both premiers…they just weren't going to happen on the same date.
As the cameras flashed around them Vanessa had grasped his hand and wrist with both of hers. "Nice job Sweetheart. See I told you your acting skills would come in handy someday." She smiled at him.
But as Zac thought about that little exchange he remembered overhearing her phone conversation. He had looked into the kitchen to see her sitting with calendar in front of her on the table and fingers already massaging her temples as she tried to grasp what Evan was telling her.
"No they cannot push it to the next weekend. I'm already pushing the Rent rehearsals with the premiere on the 30th. I cannot do the next weekend because that's the show date."
She stopped and listened to her manager.
"Well if they push it into next year then I'll run into problems with the Sucker Punch premier."
She hesitated again and Zac watched as she noticed him in the doorway and took a moment to try and simply roll her eyes with the frustration.
"So what? So what if our movies are up against each other…" her voice trailed and she looked away from Zac without any sort of humorous or upsetting gesture.
"Fine. It's not my decision anyway. Just let them know that I am NOT available the first weekend of August…and that I DO plan to attend Zac's premier, whether they like it or not."
She ended the call on her house phone and sat at the table with a red pen in hand.
"Anything I can do to help?" Zac had moved into the kitchen and pulled out a barstool from the counter to be a little closer to her and sneak a peek over her shoulder.
She delicately marked through the Beastly Premier entry on the calendar and looked up at him. "Looks like July 30th will be all about you." She turned her face and smiled at Zac without looking him directly in the eyes.
"It appears they don't want us to have dueling movies at the box office after all." She informed him.
Zac nodded and sat for a moment trying to deduce exactly how Vanessa was feeling about this change in events.
"Well, if they postpone it, then you can focus on Rent. You won't have to worry about publicity for the movie and the show at the same time, right?" he attempted to ease the tension that she was obviously feeling.
"Right. You deal with the movie tour, and I'll deal with my stage fright." She grinned at him, still not looking into Zac's eyes.
"Nessa…what else did Evan say? It's not just postponing the premier, is it?" he knew her better than that.
"I thought having the same premier date was a good thing. But apparently the studios have already tested the waters. You would probably pull in more ticket sales than me according to their polls. So…they're looking for another game plan for Beastly." She answered and stood from the kitchen table, turning her back on him and hanging the calendar back on the wall without another word.
Zac didn't smile, he simply commented with an "Oh." And stayed quiet as she moved about the room for another few minutes.
The conversation had dropped there. Vanessa had moved into party mode, getting dressed, putting her makeup on and fixing her hair. Zac had stayed out of her way. Nothing out of the ordinary when it came to events like that. Once he was dressed he simply stayed out of the way. Otherwise, his reactions to her getting dressed often caused them to be late to those events.
He thought again about her phone call, and her revelation that his ticket sales would likely be better than hers. His eyebrows raised instinctively. That was exactly the opposite of what he had expected to hear.
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On various occasions he had talked to his movie cohorts, mentioning the projects that Vanessa had going. He easily admitted that she must have lived on energy drinks and pure adrenaline over the past year. Between promotional appearances, and filming two movies she had been on the run for nearly ten months. Zac had never mentioned to those fellow actors, or his girlfriend, he suspected her movie would be the stronger draw at the theater.
The basis of her film had a cult following already. Anything related to Beauty and the Beast caught attention. Her co-star Alex was a new, teen heartthrob pulling young women into the theater. Vanessa, herself, was enough in his mind to put this movie over the top. And then add in one of the famed Olsen twins… how could a movie about a young man who loses his younger brother – then talks to his ghost – top Beastly?
Zac shook his head. He would share those thoughts with Vanessa later. The production company must be absolutely nuts, or perhaps their advertising firm was on strike. But if they wanted to change the premier dates, Vanessa was right. There was nothing she could do about it.
He let his eyes wander past the red x. Rent rehearsals, dress rehearsal, opening night were all labeled in purple pen on the calendar. Zac shook his head again. He was still trying to figure out how he truly felt about Vanessa's choice on this project. His immediate reaction had been pure excitement for his love. But on second thought and five hundredth, now he wasn't so sure.
Zac dropped the calendar pages and walked toward the den in the back of the house where he had stashed his guitar. He pulled the instrument out of the case and sat down on the edge of the couch. Then he pulled the iPod from the guitar case as well and fumbled with it until he found the song he was looking for. Putting the ear-buds in he grabbed a pick and positioned the guitar on his knee.
He hummed along to the first lines as he picked a few of the notes across the strings. "…From your eyes…the ones that took me by surprise…on the night you came into my life…" Zac continued moving the pick over the strings as he let the words of the song filter through his head.
Why was one role making him think so much? They both loved being on stage, being in front of a live audience. I'm not getting those opportunities. The thought popped into his head. She is.
He realized part one of his feelings just might be tinged with jealousy. He thought about Vanessa's eyes. He thought about the night that they finished shooting their first movie together. He chuckled a bit at how the song from Rent was so similar to that night of his life.
"Why does distance make us wise?...You were the song along…" He mumbled the words as he thought about that night. He had left and prepared to film a new movie. Vanessa left that setting and took their story to the stage. She followed that with another musical tour. And now, a Broadway type performance was in her grasp.
He smiled for her success. But was he jealous…he had to admit it…jealous.
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The song ended and he slid his thumb across the screen to replay the same thing. Her brown eyes had seen right through him the first time they watched Rent together. He had avoided the musical for the longest time. It was something that Vanessa and Ashley had shared together. They sang the songs at the top of their lungs. And, from their sounds, Zac had decided that this particular show was their thing, not his.
He knew the basics, the names of the characters, some of the top songs, a few of the actors who had played the roles. But it never piqued his interest enough to actually watch the movie version, or to see it on stage. That interest had changed a few short months ago when Vanessa called him absolutely squealing about working with one of her Beastly co-stars on another project.
"Zac, he's directing Rent…and he wants me to be Mimi!" she practically screamed into the phone. He laughed, loving her excitement but barely understanding a word she was saying.
"Ness? Nessa? I think I need to see you face to face before I can figure out exactly what you're trying to tell me. I can be there in ten minutes."
"Ok! Oh, yeah, that's good…yeah, you come over and… I just can't believe…this is like a dream come true!" her excited voice continued through the phone as Zac told her he was hanging up and getting into his car. He wasn't sure exactly what to expect just minutes later as he pulled into Vanessa's garage and got out of the car.
She met him at the garage door with a huge grin on her face and arms open to wrap around his neck.
"I give." Zac had started with Vanessa practically dancing in his arms. "Neil is directing Rent and wants you to be in it?" he questioned and felt Vanessa nodding against his shoulder. "As often as we share the same wavelength Sweetheart…this is not one of those times."
He felt Vanessa take a deep breath to try and squelch her excitement for just a moment. She pulled away from her embrace to look at Zac. "Neil told me while we were filming Beastly that he had another project in the works. It was something he was going to be directing, and it was a stage show, not a movie or tv project. Well, it turns out, that he's directing a production of Rent at the Hollywood Bowl in August and he wants me to be in it as Mimi."
Her voice sped up again and her pitch inclined as she said the last part of the phrase.
"I didn't even know you had auditioned for it." Zac's smile persisted as he tried to get more information from her.
"Well, neither did I…while we were on set in New York I was singing. Some of us were just kind of playing around and Neil asked me then if I was ever interested in Broadway. And I just started singing one of the songs that Mimi has in the show." She stopped to take a breath. Zac leaned toward her and placed a quick kiss on her lips making her smile that much bigger.
They walked into the kitchen where Zac sat down on a barstool at the counter and watched as Vanessa leaned beside him. "Then just, I don't know, a half hour ago, he called and asked me if I liked Rent. I swear, I thought he was going to ask me to go see it with him…which that would be cool, right, because you aren't really into it…" her smile faded just a bit as she thought back to Zac's lack of interest in this particular show. "But instead he was asking me to be IN it…in the show that he's directing. It's the first weekend in August. That's the weekend after the Beastly premier and since it's here in L.A. I don't think there will be a problem with rehearsals and stuff.
Zac finally took his index finger and placed it over her rambling lips. "Slow down my little Stage Starlet. I haven't heard you this excited since you found out Mary Kate was going to be in the movie with you."
Vanessa pursed her lips together and stared into Zac's eyes. She thought about a few of the words that she had just spoken. "Will you come see me?" she asked a bit hesitantly.
Zac smiled. "I'll be there Baby." He proclaimed honestly, bringing the smile back to her lips. "You could be playing Cindy Lou Who in a community theater version of The Grinch, and I'd be there."
They both had to laugh as he referenced one of her first actual stage roles. She wrapped her arms around his neck and finally calmed down enough to really begin thinking about the offer that she had just accepted.
"If I really do this, I'll need you there." She told him sincerely.
"Well, then I think I'd better get a feel for this Mimi character and learn more about this show." Zac smiled and then noted her blushing face.
"Mimi's no Gabriella by any means." Vanessa informed him right away.
Zac cocked his eyebrows and placed a congratulatory kiss on her lips. "Hmmm," he thought out loud. "Then I can't wait to meet her."
Vanessa had pulled her dvd of Rent from the entertainment center that evening after dinner. Zac sat, not quite enthralled by the show, but more-so enjoying the sound of Vanessa's voice as she sang along with the characters. Mimi, the drug-addict/exotic dancer was certainly the opposite of Gabriella. The character was interesting and he could practically envision Vanessa in the role. He wasn't sure if that was an insult or a compliment. That was the first bit that began to play with his mind.
"So what do you think?" Vanessa asked after the movie.
Zac was mulling several thoughts over in his head. He wasn't sure he wanted to say any of them. "It's got some awesome songs in it. I see now why you and Ash like it so much."
"It just goes against the grain…just enough…and I've always thought it was a real eye opener in some ways. Especially in the fight against AIDS. It just kind of lays out that it doesn't matter who you are, disease can hit. And then the love story that plays out with Mimi and Roger..." She stopped and sighed as she looked into Zac's grinning face.
"I think you'll be great." Zac stated simply and then stopped. His other thoughts, his other worries, his almost fatherly ideas and concerns would come out another time.
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The song ended and Zac back-tracked to the beginning of the show and just started the music. He picked random notes on his guitar and hummed along to the tunes. Those other thoughts and worries were still there. His veiled concerns regarding his girlfriend portraying an exotic dancer, in particular, made his head spin in more than one direction.
He was the one allowed to see her in skimpy, sexy clothing. The idea of her wearing the costumes and showing herself to thousands of people nearly made him angry. Then there was his fear…that those same costumes would bring up the darkness of Vanessa's past faux-pas, the photo scandal that, still, wasn't completely over. And then there was the bit of actual nausea in his stomach, knowing that the so-called 'love story' between Vanessa's character and Roger did not involve Zac. On-stage kisses, touches, heated make-out scenes would be between her and another actor.
Zac knew it was just that, another actor - they would be acting. Somehow that still wasn't making this scenario any easier for him. His teeth clenched together as he plucked at the strings a bit harder. His mind was completely lost in the thoughts, trying to make sense of them, trying to calm them, trying to put them out of his mind…for her sake.
The silence of a body leaning against the door frame didn't affect his agitation. He only looked up and noticed her there when she shifted and her shadow moved across the floor in front of him.
Vanessa recognized the tune he was humming and attempting to strum. She found it soothing and appreciated that he was getting acquainted with the show that she was so fond of. But when her eyes finally caught his, the wealth of emotions caught her breath.
She slowly pulled herself from against the wood and took hesitant steps toward him. Zac stopped the pick on the guitar strings and just watched as she came at him and pulled the tiny speakers from his ears.
Their eyes shifted against each other for a moment before Zac looked away at the table beside their legs. "You're supposed to be asleep." His soft voice tugged at the pit of her stomach.
"I started thinking about the call with Evan this afternoon…postponing the premier." She sat down on the corner of the coffee table in order to try and catch his gaze. "I'm sure it's all for the best. It just bugs me. Then I moved over to get closer to you to try and get comfy again, but you weren't there." Zac finally looked back at her apologetically.
"Sorry Baby. I really thought you were out for the night. How's your head doing?" he worked to soothe her with his words.
"Dull ache, it's fine." She informed him. "So tell me what's got you in here listening to Rent and playing your guitar at 2AM."
Zac stared at her lips, purposefully not making eye contact. "It's nothing that won't wait till later to talk about. You've got enough on your mind right now and need to get back to sleep."
He stood up to put his guitar away but Vanessa caught his wrist as he tried to pass by her. "Zac, what aren't you telling me?"
This time he stared at the hair that was draped over her collarbone. "Seriously Baby, it's nothing to worry about. I promise you." He attempted to placate her.
"Then why won't you look me in the eye? You can't promise me something and lie to me at the same time." Vanessa let go of his hand and placed her arms over her chest. She moved from the table to sit on the overstuffed couch and watched as he put the guitar and iPod back into the case.
"Come on. Let's go back to bed." Zac turned back toward her and held out his hand, trying to encourage her and yet avoid her question and statement.
"Mmm-mm." Vanessa shook her head and tightened her arms over her breasts.
For a moment Zac stood still, staring at the floor, contemplating what he was supposed to do next. If he shared with her what he was feeling then her migraine was bound to return. And on top of that she would likely be angry at him. At that point, he might as well just call Ashley, or Gina and Greg and hand them a weapon to use against him.
Finally Zac glanced up and noticed the blank look on her face. He knew she could read him. After five years there was no way he could keep anything from her, not his hurt, not his anger, not his jealousy.
He moved back and took the seat next to her, leaving a slight space between them. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his thighs while his hands balled together between his knees. Vanessa looked down and watched his thumbs rub against each other. Zac was fidgeting, trying to collect his thoughts, which meant she probably wouldn't like what he was getting ready to say.
"You're gonna be great as Mimi, Baby. Your voice is amazing. I can hear you singing those songs and I can already imagine you dancing your heart out on that stage. It's gonna be an awesome show." Zac began.
"But?" Vanessa interjected, still not removing her arms from their resting place on her chest.
"But nothing. This is a character you've studied and imagined being up there playing the part and now you've got the opportunity to do that. That's amazing too, that this has just practically dropped in your lap." Zac tried to continue.
Vanessa's forehead creased as she attempted to read through the words he was saying. "You don't like it." She grumbled.
They still weren't looking at each other. Zac offered her just the back of his head to look at while he either looked toward his hands, the floor or her feet.
"That kinda sounded like your dad talking there." He let his lips curve upward just a hair and took a quick peek over his shoulder. As expected, her expression had gone from blank to angry. Zac sighed and weighed his options again.
Vanessa offered no chuckle at his joking attempt. She sat with eyes glaring at the collar of his t-shirt.
"What do you want me to say?" Zac asked staring straight ahead.
"What don't you like about it?" she asked with a frustrated yet pleading tone.
"It's all, totally personal on my part." Zac admitted at last. "I'm overthinking a hell of a lot about it and I just need to stop and be excited for you."
"Obviously you can't do that though." Vanessa mumbled toward him.
"But I am excited for you." Zac turned toward her and looked into Vanessa's eyes. "I am so proud of you Ness. Sometimes I look at you and I'm so proud that I feel like my heart is gonna explode. Do you know how many times I just want to stand up in front of an entire movie audience and wrap my arms around you and just tell them how awesome you are?"
Vanessa's toes twitched back and forth against the carpet as her leg began to bounce just a little with his words. Still her jaw also twitched, a trick she had learned from Zac, warning him that she was still unsure and upset because he hadn't gotten to the real point.
Zac tested the waters, reaching out to touch her knee, placing his palm gently over top of her smooth skin and squeezing the knobby joint. He felt her muscles tense under his touch but she didn't make a move to push him away.
He shrugged his shoulders and looked at his hand on her body. "I'm jealous of you Nessa. You are getting all these opportunities…and a Broadway show kind of thing. And I'm upset because I don't want to see you in a love scene with somebody else." The words tumbled from his lips causing Vanessa to lean forward and place her hand over top of his.
Her eyes now were a little shocked by his confession. Still she could see he was holding out on her. "Ok. And?" the two words left a tense air between them.
"And," Zac let go of her knee and resumed his position with elbows on his thighs and hands clenched together. "The…wardrobe…it just brings back…"
Vanessa slinked back onto the couch and this time pulled her legs up in front of her and wrapped her hands around her knees. "This is a role Zac, it's just a character I'm playing." The hurt came through immediately in her voice.
"I know." He whispered.
"I'm not taking my clothes off. You know that. This is no worse than some of the stuff in Sucker Punch." She punched out.
"I know." Zac said again.
"What do you want me to say Zac?" she asked pointedly.
"Nothing. You don't need to say anything. I just…I'm afraid…I don't…" his jaw began to mimic Vanessa's as he thought about the appalling things that people had called her during the months surrounding the photo scandal.
He shook his head willing the angry, hurtful thoughts to leave his mind. "I don't like the idea of other people looking at you." He breathed and turned to face Vanessa. "Ok? Yeah, my mind goes back to the pictures and shit but it's more than that. It's the fact that I didn't like the way people were looking at you then…I hated the things they were saying about you…and it's just eating at me already…" he moved his body so that he was sideways on the couch, leaning against the back of it, with one arm moving behind her neck just to be in contact with her.
"I know, I know you're gonna say it's a double standard but I can't help it Vanessa. I don't like the idea of other men looking at you and commenting about how sexy you are and how they'd love to have their hands on you. It makes me almost sick to think about that." He stopped when she turned her face to his and looked at him with eyes softened by his love-filled admission.
"And yet you aren't going to tell me not to take the part?" She asked honestly.
"What?" he looked deep into her eyes and reached down to take one of her hands that was now relaxing on her legs. "No. Hell No. I have no right to do that. It's your decision."
"You could always strongly suggest that this may not be the right choice." She moved the inch required to make contact with him, finally sitting knee to knee with intertwined fingers fidgeting with each other.
Zac's grin edged upward on his right cheek. "Sure, and then I risk the chance of you strongly suggesting that we go home separately after the show."
"It would just be a suggestion. You'd just have to persuade me otherwise." Vanessa matched his sideways smirk.
Zac kissed the tip of her nose and then leaned his forehead against hers. "If you are wearing anything even close to the costumes like the girl in the movie, there won't be any persuading. I'll kidnap you if I have to, to make sure we go home together…both nights."
"So what do I need to do to persuade you that this is going to be fine?" Vanessa asked sincerely.
Zac shook his head as he felt her arms wrap around his neck. "As long as I know that the woman on that stage is coming home with me, I think I'll find a way to muddle through."
"So you will be there?" Vanessa pulled her bottom lip between her teeth waiting hopefully for his answer.
"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for anything." He pressed his lips to hers and held her steady as Vanessa moved onto his lap.
"If you're really good, there's probably a special handcuff/lawn chair dance that I might get to perform just for you." Vanessa's genuine smile spread across her face as she felt Zac's warm breath moving across her jawbone and down her neck.
"Mmmm," he breathed against her skin as he thought. "That's the one where Mimi's only wearing bubble wrap, right?"
"Mmm-hmmm" Vanessa joined in his enjoyment.
Zac began to press his fingers against various spots on her arms, legs, chest and back making her giggle. "Will I have to pop the bubble wrap to get to the package inside?"
Vanessa laughed as he pressed his fingers against her ribs and then let out a moan as his fingers moved to caress the front of her chest. "That's if I'm good!" she licked her lips and leaned her chin back to give Zac more access to her neck.
They continued the playfulness for a few minutes, teasing each other with touches and kisses.
"So are you ok...with everything?" Vanessa finally asked with a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I'm trying to be." Zac sighed as their eyes opened and met again. "As long as you understand what I'm struggling with. I will find a way to get through it as long as you're ok...and as long as you're mine." he added with a loving kiss that began at her earlobe and worked its way south.
"Do you really think I'm gonna look sexy on stage?" Vanessa asked shyly.
She heard Zac groan at the suggestion and pulled his head tighter against the base of her neck.
With a huge amount of willpower Zac pulled himself away from the delicate kisses and nips that he was enjoying on her skin. He stood from the couch and offered her a hand to help Vanessa get up.
"Where are we going?" she wondered a bit coyly.
"I plan to let you show me just how sexy you'll be on stage." His lips told her just how turned on he was thanks to the thoughts she was putting in his head.
"I don't have a stage here at home you know."
"Sure you do." Zac pointed toward the staircase. "Several of them actually. Right now I'm thinking about your Bohemian room, second floor, third door on the left."
"And the stage would be?" she leaned back in his embrace to watch his eyes glaze over in anticipation.
"That lovely leopard print rug in front of the bookshelf."
With that Zac tugged on her fingers and led her up the stairs to that exact room for a private performance that both were sure to enjoy.
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