British actor Shane "Zachary" Sheridan had been trying to cross the puddle into the American movie business. When he agreed to do covers for up and coming writer Kendra Knight after reading her books, he didn't realize their online relationship woul...
Sorry this is so long, but it's worth it, I swear!
I was missing him already.
Shane had to go back to Los Angeles for screen and makeup tests. I was stuck in Seattle alone for a bit and then Phoenix, but he said he'd be back by Friday for the Saturday con in Phoenix. I was planning on leaving for Phoenix that night. I kept closing my eyes remembering when he left.
"Don't look like that," he smiled at me.
"Look like what?" I asked him as he left his luggage at the door and strode to me and took me in his arms.
"Ah, that's it," he murmured, rubbing my back gently. "I'll only be gone a few days! Everything will be fine--" he tilted my chin up so that our eyes could meet. "promise." He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and stole a quick peck on the lips. "Admit it."
"What?"
"You're going to miss me." He tickled my sides. "C'mon, say it."
I looked up at him. "I am going to miss you." I felt my throat tighten.
"Aww," he gave me an extra squeeze . "I'll let you know when I land."
"Okay."
He chuckled a little, shaking his head at me. "A month of Saturdays."
"What?"
"We've been on this tour about a month of Saturdays," his expression was one of humor as he raised an eyebrow at me. "First you were running from me, now you seem like you're running to me." When he saw my discomfort, he shook his head at me. "Hid a present in the apartment."
"What?"
"I will bet you don't find it before I land in L.A."
"I bet I will!" I loved games. He knew that.
"To the victor goes the spoils!"
"What...spoils?" I gave him a squeeze.
"Heh." He turned on his heel. "Better find it."
I hastened behind him and held him again, kissing the middle of his back, and he turned to look at me. That kiss was pure instinct, I just did it. I was embarrassed.
"I'll never get out this way," he shook his head, caressing my cheek. "Missing you already." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, kissed me like he did that day in the guestroom in San Diego. I was breathless when he let me go. "Better?"
I couldn't talk.
"Time's ticking," he smiled, and walked out the door.
I stood there for awhile, just thinking of him. This time I picked a house I absolutely wanted to stay in, but it was a one bedroom cottage. He practically dared me to rent it, almost suggesting that living in such close quarters would be...risky:
"I am perfectly capable of being a gentleman, but I am not perfectly capable of sleeping on a couch," he said with a mischievous smile.
"So, we share the bedroom?"
"Why not?" he asked. "Is there a problem?"
The question hung in the air, the perfect dare, and I agreed.
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