The Broken Road - A Zac Efron Novel (18+)

Chapter 36 - Someone Punch Us

I woke up from my mid-afternoon nap from the sensation of Zac kissing his way down my torso.

He had spent the last 8 or so hours fulfilling his promise from earlier – he had me every way possible, in every location possible, in our hotel suite.

"You are trying to kill me," I said without opening my eyes. "I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow," I laughed.

"Good. I don't have anything left to give you anyway – I left it all out on the field," he returned as he rolled onto his side, looking me over. "Your date is picking you up in an hour though."

"My date?"

"Your date," he smiled. "I hear he's pretty good looking," he kissed me. "He's pretty funny," he kissed me again. "He knows how to make your toes curl," he kissed me again. "Your father would hate him."

"Sounds like quite a catch. But you're wrong about one thing," I smiled as I rolled on top of him, bending down to return his kiss.

"What's that?"

"My father would love him, because I love him. And because he treats his daughter so well," I kissed him one final time before sauntering off to the bathroom.

As I rinsed soap bubbles off, I heard the sound of the glass shower door opening. With my eyes still closed, I smiled to myself as his hands found their way to my waist again.

"Hi," I smiled up at him.

"Hi," he smiled back as he began lathering up.

"So, what should I wear on this date tonight?"

"Hmm...you just do what you do every day. You always look exactly right."

"Zac," I pouted. "Not even a hint?"

"Maybe a dress? Something drop dead sexy...which is pretty much...everything you own."

"I'll do my best," I said as I stepped out of the shower.

He watched me as I wrapped a towel around myself and stood at the sink to brush and floss. He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as I began applying makeup. He looked irresistible with his damp, messy hair and beads of water running down his chest. He repeated the same routine of brushing and flossing, giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek before making his exit.

After finishing my makeup and hair, I made my way back into the bedroom, carefully selecting my outfit and shoes for the night. I admired my reflection in the floor length mirror when the doorbell of the suite rang.

"Zac?!" I yelled. "Can you get that?" He didn't respond and the doorbell rang again. I ran downstairs and peeked through the peephole. There, on the other side was Zac, holding a single red rose. "What are you doing?" I asked, bemused as I opened the door. He looked as good as ever in a white dress shirt, navy tie and black dress pants.

"Picking you up for our date," he said as he kissed my cheek again and took a step inside.

"You're so fucking adorable, it hurts. It actually hurts."

"You ready to go?"

"I am," I replied as I grabbed my purse.

"You look amazing," he said as we waited for the elevator.

"You too. If I were a betting woman, I'd say you might get lucky later tonight."

"On the first date?"

"You're right. I should probably hold out. Wait till I meet the parents, make sure it's right. That I love you," I teased as we stepped onto the elevator. "Oh...wait..."