America's Sweetheart

ten | the morning after

Waking up, I'm confused because I can't figure out where I am. I begin looking for something to help me, but then I feel his arm around my naked waist. I see the tattoo on the inside of his wrist and I smile, memories of last night returning.

With all the sex I've had, Colton is the only one that didn't make it seem like a scene. Everyone always played it perfectly like it was a movie or show I was acting in, but Colt let it happen naturally and I loved every second.

I kiss his chest when I roll over. I can feel that the bus is still moving and make no movement other than placing my hand on his jaw. His lashes flutter against his cheeks and I kiss his lips lightly.

He tightens his hold around my body and pulls me on top of him, kissing me harder.

"Well, good morning, mister."

"Good mornin', ma'am," he kisses my temple.

We lay there, staring in one another's eyes for a few minutes before he lightly flicks the end of my nose and flips our position. I place my hand on his jaw and raise an eyebrow at him.

"About our date.."

"Colton Daniels, I swear 'fore sweet taters if you try and rain check me one more time!"

"I'm not," he bursts out laughing, "I had planned a walk on the beach and a really cheesy date, but there's a drive-in theater in Savannah. What do you say?"

I smile widely, "Do you know what they're playing?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure it's Pretty Woman, Grease, and Footloose. Triple Feature," he says nonchalantly

"Deal, but we don't give ourselves up. No press. We eat the popcorn, hotdogs, and candy from the theater. I don't want our statuses to mess with us. We're just two adults from neighboring small towns. We're not going to be Emma Lou Mayfield and Colton Daniels. We'll just be Emma Lou and Colt," I ramble

Just as I'm about to continue Colt nods and kisses me to shut me up.

"Sounds perfect."

"Mr. Daniels, We are set to arrive in Savannah at 7," the driver speaks over the intercom.

"Thank you, Mr. Tom."

I hear the driver sigh and give a small laugh before he cuts the intercom off. We get up and get dressed.

Colton throws on a pair of jeans. I glance up and him and he realizes that I only have my clothes from last night. I put my underwear and bra on from last night.

"Hand me that," I tell him, pointing at his black button up shirt from last night.

He stands there, dumbfounded. I get up from his bed, walk past him and pick the shirt up from the floor. I pop it out and put it on, buttoning it. I hear him rummaging around before he hands me a pair of my cutoff jeans.

"Whoever packed my bag for me did a shitty job and some of your clothes got put in my suitcase. Those, a pair of bell-bottom lookin' things, and a pair of very nice black lace undies," he wiggles his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes and walk into the living area of the bus. I sit down and find the remote to the TV. Colt comes and sits, wrapping his arm around me. We stay on the couch, watching Netflix for the rest of the trip.

*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>*>

Exiting Colten's bus, I pull my hair out of it's ponytail. I walk to my bus to get different shoes since we have interviews today. I rush into my bus and grab my black suede thigh-highs. I quickly get dressed, tucking Colt's shirt into my jean shorts and checking my makeup. I touch up my under eyes and my mascara before leaving the bus and getting in the black truck waiting for me.