Chapter one hundred and fifty four:

Christy followed Isaac off the elevator. They had gone from the airport to the bus, and after arranging their stuff on the bus, getting their luggage stored underneath, and checking on their equipment, Isaac finally agreed to go up to the hotel room.

Isaac led Christy by the hand searching in his pocket for the room key. They stopped outside their room and Isaac finally found the room key.

Christy waited quietly, while he fiddled with the lock and the door popped open. He held the door for her, and she slipped under his arm and into the hotel room. She placed her overnight bag and her purse next to the sofa neatly and looked around the hotel room. It looked exactly the same as every other hotel room she had ever been in.

Isaac placed her other overnight bag next to the first. Her overnight bags were both larger than the suitcase he had brought with him.

She crossed the room and pushed open the sliding door that led to the balcony. “Looks like it stopped raining.” She observed, drawing the screen across to air out the room and rid it from the scent of cleaners.

Christy turned around and right into Isaac’s arms.

She grinned. “Baby, you didn’t get enough on the plane?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Are you complaining?” He asked with a grin, stooping to kiss her throat.

She laughed. “Not at all.”

“Good.” He chuckled. “I have an idea.”

“Yeah?” She bit her lower lip. “What’s that?”

“I think you should put on your best dress, and we’ll go out to dinner… someplace fancy.”
She laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Not at all.” He smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Where are we going to go on such short notice?”

“I had the tour manager call ahead and get us reservations.” He took her hand and kissed it.

Christy beamed. “You’re kidding! What’s the occasion?”

“Uhhh… the wedding plans are done?”

“Baby, you spoil me.” She grinned.

“So? I’m allowed to spoil you, right?”

“Sure.” She giggled. “How long until I have to be ready?”

“We’ve got two hours.”

“Great… long enough to shower. Do you need to shower too?”

“Yeah, but you take longer than me to get ready.” He teased.

“Right. That means I get first dibs!” She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

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Becky was sitting on the sofa next to Zac, watching a movie. They had gotten a hotel room together, at Zac’s insistence, and Becky couldn’t be happier. They had found some random movie on TV to watch while waiting for their Chinese food to arrive.

Becky pulled the blanket over herself more and rested her head on Zac’s shoulder.

He smiled and his hand found hers beneath the blanket, enveloping her small hand in his.

Becky folded the blanket over him also, so they were both beneath it. She looked up at him, as he stared straight ahead at the TV screen.

Finally he smiled and turned to look at her. “What, Becca?” He chuckled.

She reached up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

After a moment’s surprise, he returned her kisses, letting his lips move with hers. His tongue reached hers and invited it to dance.

She raked her hands through his hair, pulling him into her kisses.

They both stopped for breath at the same moment. “Wow.” Zac gasped.

Becky grinned at him, her chest heaving already, struggling to catch her breath. She shot forward again and kissed him, before either of them could catch their breaths.

Zac’s arms nervously went around her body, and found residence on her back. He was nervous, his hands were trembling slightly, but he knew he wanted to be doing what he was doing.

Becky leaned back and he eased her back onto the sofa. His lips left hers and traveled down her throat. Becky’s hands left his hair, and traveled slowly down the muscles of his back, and slowly began to pull his shirt up, moving to pull it off.

They were interrupted by a loud knock at the door. They both stopped.

“I think that’s the food…” She paused. “Zaccy?”

He groaned, his lips still against her skin. “Damn it!” He pushed himself up by his hands.

Becky grinned. “It’s okay. There’s always later… we could eat first.” She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed his lips again.

Zac groaned again as the knocking grew louder.

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