Chapter one hundred and sixty eight:
Becky was sitting on the sofa boredly flipping through the channels on the hotel room television. There was absolutely nothing on. Not even cheesy old movies. Zac had taken a long shower, changed into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and stretched out on the sofa next to her with his head wrested in Becky’s lap. Within minutes he was sound asleep.

Becky smiled to herself and gently brushed his hair back from his eyes. His expression twitched and his forehead furrowed, but relaxed soon after. Becky smiled.

He was so worn out from the concert and looked so adorable; she didn’t want to wake him to tell him to go to bed.

She flipped the channel to MTV and sat watching whichever program was playing there.

Zac groaned and stretched in his sleep until his muscles flexed and his joints popped.

“Zaccy? Are you awake?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You should go to bed.”

“Are you going to bed?”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “There’s nothing on TV.”

“Okay.” He sat up and stretched his arms over his head.

Becky, slightly content to have the freedom to move around, got off the sofa and walked into the bedroom. She changed into a pair of cotton pajama shorts and a tank top and went looking for Zac.

She found him eating the other half of a sandwich that he had brought in from the bus and stored in the mini fridge.

“Zac,” Becky laughed. “You’re going to have major heartburn if you eat this late at night.”

He shrugged. “Oh well.”

Becky wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

She burst out laughing when she pulled away. “Gross, you taste like bologna.”

Zac shrugged. “What’s wrong with that? I like bologna.”

Becky laughed. “Put down your sandwich and kiss me.”

“I love it when you order me around.” He teased, dropped his sandwich on the counter and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her much more deeply that she had kissed him.
When he finally released her, he studied her expression, searching for a hint telling him to stop. Instead, she pursed her lips tightly, and watched his lips intently, hoping they would kiss her again.

“Come here,” She said suddenly, and tugged at his hand, attempting to pull him towards the bedroom.

“Wait, wait!” Zac protested, and instead scooped her up with one arm around her back and the other tucked beneath her knees. He carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her across the bed, eagerly hopping in next to her.

“You’re such a romantic.” She laughed.

He shrugged. “I try.” He bent to kiss her but hesitated just before his lips touched hers.

“What?” Becky asked softly, hoping he wasn’t having doubts.

“Do you want me to brush my teeth first?”

Becky laughed. “No, it’s alright. I’m starting to like bologna. Just kiss me.”

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