Rebecca's POV

The drinks were flowing freely, inhibitions nonexistent. The urge to pull Bill into a secluded corner grew with each minute as liquid courage crashed through me. I watched his every move, placed every little quirk into my psyche. Tom and Christina laughed in the corner as an unshared moment passed between them.

"And what exactly is so funny over there?" I questioned, sliding out of Bill's lap and into the seat next to him.

Christina spoke up filling me in on the dirty daydream that almost killed the band's rehearsal, my eyebrows shooting toward the sky at all the sorted details. My gaze shifted to Tom at the end of the story, picking up a faint blush before he splashed water on his face in an attempt to wash away the embarrassment.

"Well now I know…I suppose." I answered before a grin spread across my face and I shoved my fist across the open water. "Bump it bitch!" I suddenly yelled as Christina and I tapped fingers, busting out laughing. "Feels a little like dejavu." I pretended to whisper over the roaring water as I directed a blatant double wink to her causing a new wave of giggles to erupt. When the moment passed I kicked back, resting my head against Bill's shoulder, gaping at the stars in the jet-black sky. "Aren't they beautiful?" I sighed in his ear before turning back to the heavens.

"Huh?" He half questioned before catching on. "I mean you're beautiful."

"Good answer sir." I smiled, surveying his features, trying to figure out exactly what this feeling was.

Was it happiness, unadulterated affection, pure lust, complete trust? It was just so hard to explain, almost impossible to put words to. I watched the balls of light twitting above me, my brain occupied with my current predicament. The need to decipher everything abruptly fell away as I decided to give myself over to fate. What exactly was the point in questioning this in the first place? After what felt like mere seconds I looked across the water and realized that Tom and Christina were the only one's left with us. When had everyone left? I swear I had only been out of it for a minute.

"We should leave these two to their own vices." Bill breathed on my neck, scooping me back into his lap before helping me out of the hot tub.

As we walked down the spiral stairs to his suite my stomach roared in disapproval.

"Could we maybe grab some food real quick?" I questioned before my midsection rumbled once more.

"Sure." He replied almost reluctantly.

And with that we were on our way to the lobby to pick up some munchies from the gift shop, which apparently isn't even open at 3:00 a.m. I could feel my bottom lip poking out in mock disappointment before Bill crossed the massive expanse between us in one huge step, suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. My breath hung in shock from the sudden movement. He squeezed me in tighter, holding me as close as humanly possible with out morphing into one. I could feel the water from his shorts dripping on my toes as we smashed together. He hooked his finger under my chin, luring my face to his before his lips hit mine. His kisses were urgent and animalistic until camera flashes suddenly brought us back to reality.

"Fuck!" He whispered across my lips before pecking me one last time. "You know, you did ask for them to send up some fruit when you placed the order for all of the nights provisions."

"You're so right! I completely forgot about that." I responded before yelling, "Race you to the elevator!" making a mad dash for the metal contraption.

The laughter that followed after me seized my heart before his long limbs caught up. We sped into the box before he pulled me into him once more.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He half questioned, his warm brown eyes peering right through me.

A shiver raced through me as an idea suddenly hit, the preverbal light bulb above my head blinking like some cliché cartoon.

"You cold?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"Just a little." I replied, knowing that would sure as hell be better than the real reason.

He tugged me in tighter, the simple action warming me to the core as the door slid open to the living room we had just left.

"I'll see if I can find the grub." Bill called out as I heard him rustling around in the kitchen.

With that I plopped on the sofa, flipped the TV on, and waited for his imminent return. Frantic footsteps echoed through the hallway as Tom burst into the room at full speed. He crashed to a halt as soon as he saw me on the couch.

"Oh...uh…hi. What are you still doing here?" Tom questioned, unsure as to what he should do now.

"She's waiting on food." Bill answered for me as he walked from the kitchen with a plate of chocolate strawberries.

"Where's Christina?" I asked, not quite sure why he was in such a rush when she wasn't even with him.

"Oh, she's still in the hot tub. I just had to do something real quick…that's all…"

"Umm, ok." Freaking weird-o "Maybe we should go to my suite?" I questioned, still eyeing Tom with suspicion.

"Probably a good idea." Bill answered, drawing out his words.

I pressed the remotes off button, tossed it on the couch, and we rushed to the elevator, happily leaving the awkward situation behind us.