Chapter fifty-eight:

Zac woke much earlier than usual and found himself alone in Becky’s bed. After getting home from the prom late, they had been sitting up in her bed talking.
And sometime after that had drifted off to sleep together.

He got up and used the shower in the bathroom attached to the room he was supposed to share with Luke.
After combing through his hair and putting on a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he jogged down the stairs.

He followed the smell of food towards the kitchen where he found Becky standing at the stove in her pajamas.
”Morning, Becca!” He crossed the kitchen in long strides and kissed her.

Becky smiled brightly, and he found himself with the urge to kiss her again.

“I’m making French toast.” She proclaimed, flipping the toast in the pan. “I hope you’re hungry.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, pulling her back against his chest. “I’m starving. And French toast is my favorite.” He brushed his fingers across her bare stomach, causing her to giggle.
”Still ticklish?” He grinned.

“You know I am.” She laughed and pushed his hands away. “Come on, I’m going to burn the food.”

“Can I help with anything?”

“Umm… nope… I think I have it under control.”

“Okay,” He leaned in and kissed her lips again.
Becky smiled and playfully pushed him away. “What’s gotten into you lately?”

He shrugged, picking up a plate. “I haven’t seen you in ages; I’m not allowed to kiss you?”

“Not while I’m cooking.” She teased.

“Alright, I’ll remember that for the next time.”

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Taylor jumped out of the backseat of a cab and paid the driver with a crumpled $20 bill from the bottom of his wallet.
He hoisted his suitcase from the trunk and temporarily left it in the driveway, where he eventually placed two other duffle bags and a messenger bag.
He politely thanked the driver, and stood looking up at the stone house in front of him, lowering his sun-glasses to get a better look. They were at least 30 miles out of town, and in a completely remote area.
He and his brothers had chosen the spot in hopes that it’s charm and location would inspire new music. He recalled hearing that at one time it had been an old hotel, and refurbished on the inside into a modern mansion.
The front doors opened and Isaac appeared.
”Hey! I just tried your cell.” He said, crunching down the stone path towards the driveway.
”I turned it off on the plane, I guess I forgot to turn it back on…” He shrugged.

“Need some help?” Isaac offered, already lifting the two duffle bags and the messenger bag.
”Yeah, thanks man… What’s the inside like?”

“It’s comfortable. I thought you and Zac could take separate rooms and Becky and Jen could share…”

“Sure.” He was happy to have his own space. “Did everything go smoothly with your proposal?” Taylor hoisted his heavy suitcase.
Isaac broke into a wide grin. “You could say that.”

“So, you got laid… nice.” Taylor complimented.

“Six times.” He added with a grin.
Christy appeared at the front door. “Can I help with anything?”

“No, we got it, C.” Isaac smiled.
”Okay… How about I make lunch then? Sandwiches with Mac and Cheese? Is that okay?”

“Sounds good.” Taylor smiled politely.

Christy turned and went back into the house.

“You lucky bastard.” Taylor laughed.

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