Zac took feather light steps down the stairs in order to not wake any of the family up, as he chased after me en route to the kitchen. He caught up with me and guided me into the corner, placing one arm on either side of my body as he backed me against the kitchen counter. He crashed his lips down on mine.
"You make it so hard to resist you. And that was...that was incredible. I want to make you feel that good," he breathed against my lips.
"Well, we go back to New York tonight. We'll have plenty of time," I returned his kiss, gently. "And how do you expect me to resist you when you're walking around like this?" I teased, running my hands up and down his bare torso.
"I don't," he winked at me.
"Can you make us some coffee?" I asked, trying to shift the subject to anything that would distract us from our raging hormones.
"Of course," he said, kissing me softly on my temple.
"So, what time do we need to leave tonight?" I asked, as I tracked down the ingredients we bought last night from the refrigerator and cupboards.
"Well, we're on the red-eye out of LAX – sorry, no private plane this time – so we should probably be on the road around 7-8ish?"
"You really did think of everything for this weekend, didn't you?"
"I did do pretty good, didn't I?"
"You really did," I replied, setting everything on the counter and retrieved a mixing bowl. While Zac made coffee, I began measuring ingredients for cinnamon rolls. He poured me a cup of coffee and set it down next to me, before wrapping his arms around me again.
"What can I help with?" he asked.
"Can you use an electric mixer without adult supervision?"
"Yes," he replied, pretending to be offended.
"OK, you can add all of these ingredients here to a mixing bowl and make the dough."
"Are you sure I should be trusted with such an important part of breakfast?" he laughed.
"No. Just don't over-mix and you'll be fine."
"So how many more days of filming do you have left?"
"For now, I have two when we get back, and then a couple weeks off. Then I think I come back for only one or two more days at the very end," I replied as I pulled out a cutting board to make the rest of breakfast.
"So, what are you doing with your time off? Staying in New York?" he asked, unsuccessfully trying to hide how eager he was for me to stay.
"I wish," I replied flatly as I pulled a knife out from the block on the counter.
"Back to LA?"
"Yepppp...." I trailed off. "When everything happened, I had all of my stuff moved into storage from Aaron's house. Hopefully I can find a place while I'm off so I'm not homeless when we're done filming."
"Where are you thinking?"
"Well, Anna has a great condo in downtown LA, so I'm going to stay with her until I find something. I don't know though, maybe I'll end up downtown. There's a condo for sale in her building she thinks I'll like. I love being able to walk everywhere I need to go, sort of like being in New York. But there is no privacy. So, maybe The Hills where I can have a killer view and have my own space."
"We could be neighbors," Zac smiled as he turned the mixer on.
"Well, I'll let you and Anna fight it out over that privilege."
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The Broken Road - A Zac Efron Novel (18+)
Fanfiction*This books is rated M for Mature due to graphic sexual references and some profanity. If you've ever wanted to know exactly what it's like to be Zac Efron's girlfriend, this story gives you a chance to find out. This book, told from the perspective...
