the thought of him and last night, how we had stayed on the bus to watch a movie while everyone else hit a club. It was a completely normal activity for a couple to do, and while we haven’t declared a couple status, that’s what it feels like.
I’m lost in my thoughts when I enter the living room to set up my laptop and get to work, so although I had noticed the music coming from the room, nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.
Zack is sitting on the couch playing his guitar. His head is down, eyes are closed, and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
This isn’t unusual. What is unusual is the way he looks.
He has on cotton pajama pants, and nothing else. I freeze instantly, not wanting him to know I’m in the doorway. I almost want to sneak back to my room and grab my camera to get a picture like this, but I don’t want to miss a second of the perfection in front of me.
I gulp slowly. He’s completely lost in his music, looking like the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
I watch the muscles on his arm and across his chest ripple as he plays the guitar slowly. He bobs his head to whatever song he’s playing and periodically, a musical humming sound escapes his lips. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met in my entire life.
“Do you like what you see?”
He doesn’t look up at me, or even open his eyes, and I’m amazed he even knows I’m here. I wonder briefly if he feels the same way about me as I do about him. Whenever he enters a room, it’s like there’s an electrical current that pulls my eyes directly to him. I can just sense his presence.
Slowly, he stops playing and turns his head towards me wearing a smug grin that makes me instantly want to crawl into his lap and kiss him all over. I would say something, but words completely fail me. I look directly at him and see his lips pulled into a tight line trying to hold back a laugh. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Um, no. You didn’t at all.” I struggle to find something else to say because all I really want to do is run my hands all over the front of his chest, memorizing every line so I can remember them once I go home. The thought snaps me back into reality. I set my laptop and coffee down and try to breathe slowly.
“I’m going to make some breakfast. Do you want an omelet?” It’s the first excuse I can think of to bring some physical space between us right now.
“You’re going to cook for me?” Zack stands up and takes a few steps towards me. I shrug and nod because watching him walk towards me without a shirt on is even sexier than when he plays the guitar. Every single muscle on his chest and abdomen is perfectly defined. And once again, I’m left speechless. “Sounds awesome.”
When he reaches me, he places both of his hands, low on my waist. I jump slightly because I feel an electrical jolt shoot entirely through me. He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“I’m going to get dressed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“That’s probably a good idea.” I don’t want him to get dressed, but it’s probably for the best if I want to cook something and not burn down the bus.
I feel the heat creep to my cheeks again as he laughs at me and walks away. He says hi to Jake when he hits the stairs and I start cracking the eggs.
“Sweet, Nic! Are you cooking for us today?” Jake’s energy in the morning is off the charts. It’s almost too much to deal with before I finish my first cup of coffee. But I smile anyway, because it’s Jake I simply can’t help but smile whenever he’s around.
I open the fridge and take out more eggs. He accepts this as a yes, which it is. Other than Zack and Mia, Jake has become one of my favorite people in the world. He’s always laughing and smiling, and since the guys have been so stressed over the last week watching Ethan like a hawk trying to keep his drug issues in check, I enjoy his friendly banter.
“Awesome. I don’t remember the last time I had someone cook a meal for me.”
I throw