Chapter one hundred and fifty seven:
Becky climbed out of a hot relaxing bath to find Zac sitting in the main room of the hotel, strumming away on a guitar.
She didn’t want to interrupt, so she watched him in silence from behind.

Finally, he stopped playing, and twisted around to face her. “Hey you’re out! I was just going to go and knock. I thought you might have fallen asleep on me!” He grinned.

“Nope, just relaxing after a long flight.” She smiled. “Writing a new song?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of?” She asked, walking around the sofa and sitting next to him. She folded her bare legs beneath her, to keep her feet warm. She had on a pair of thick socks, but her toes were still cold, while the rest of her was warm.
”I was working on an old song, then I got an idea for a new one, and I was kind of, working on them both… and sorting out which part belonged to which song… it’s weird, I know.”

“It’s not weird, you’re talented,” She reached up and pushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes.

He grinned. “Thanks…. You know your socks don’t match, right?”

She laughed. “I know, but my feet are freezing.”

“Yeah? Let me see?” He moved the guitar aside and placed it back on it’s stand.

“No, Zaccy, it’s okay. You don’t have to-“

“Come on, give me your feet.”

Becky rolled her eyes and put her feet up onto his lap. He put her feet together in his lap, and wrapped both his large hands around them.

“Better?” He asked.

“Much.” She smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

“Hey…” He cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I ask you something… it may be kind of a weird question…”

“That depends on what it is.” She teased.

“It’s just a general question… about us.”

“Good, or bad?” Her smile faded.

“Well, good, I guess. It might be a little embarrassing.”

“What is it?” She asked.

“Well,” He sighed. “I don’t know how to ask this…”

“Just ask.” She urged.

“Do you… do you think we’ll ever have sex?”

Becky raised her eyebrows in alarm. “I mean, not right now of course, but we’ve been together for three years, and we’ve both reached the age of consent and we both know we love each other.” He looked up nervously to see Becky once again, smiling at him.

“What?” He asked.

She laughed. “God, I thought this was going to be a bad thing!”

“Okay…”

“Zaccy, you’re so sweet.” She laughed. “I’ve been thinking about it too…”

“Really?” He asked in surprise.

“Well, probably not quite as much as you have been.” She laughed. “But I do think… we’re maybe… ready for it.”

“You do?”

“It’s not something you rush into, but I think when it happens, it happens… I don’t think we should rush it, and regret it, you know?”

Zac nodded. “I wouldn’t ever push you into something you don’t want to do, you know that, right?”

She nodded. “I know. And that’s why I love you. Thank you for warming my feet, Zaccy.” She kissed his cheek, and tucked her legs to the side.

Zac placed his warm hand on her right thigh, and immediately felt the scar there, that had long since healed.

“Becca, have… have you gotten any letters or-“

“I don’t want to talk about that.” She pushed his hand from her thigh a little too quickly and got up from the sofa.

“Becca.” He grasped her hand tightly in his. “Have you?”

She hesitated. “No, Zac.”

“You’re sure?”

“Zac, you’d be the first person I’d tell.”

“Really?”

She leaned over and kissed his lips. “Of course. Are you coming to bed?”

He smiled, and squeezed her hand warmly. “I’ll be in there in just a minute, okay?”

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