Selena McCall has dreamt about becoming an actress all her life. Leaving her small town lifestyle behind her and moving to LA is supposed to be her big break. But when she arrives, she finds that talent isn't all you need to make it in the business...
"It's so good to wake up next to you again," He said sweetly, tracing the line of my hip with his thumb. "I hated waking up alone all those days without you."
"Me too," I admitted, "I just wish I'd known you were coming," I added, glancing around at the messy state of the room.
He laughed, following my gaze and shuffling slightly as he eyed the pile of clothes draped over the arm of a nearby chair.
"Clearing up was never your forte," He teased, "Besides, I wanted it to be a surprise."
"It was definitely that," I retorted without thinking, "A good one!" I added quickly as his eyes narrowed curiously.
"Good."
He planted a brief kiss on my forehead and got up, leaving me to whine unhappily as I was left alone in the bed reaching for him, just about managing to loop my fingers into the waistband of his boxers.
"Behave," He laughed, stumbling backwards a step as I tried to pull him back into bed.
"Make me," I teased.
I regretted it instantly as his eyes flashed wickedly and an evil smile spread across his face at the challenge.
"I take it back," I said quickly, releasing him and leaning as far back as I could.
"Oh no, no, no... there's no backsies here, Missy," He taunted.
In a flash he was back on the bed, reaching for me as I flailed around, trying in vain to fend him off before becoming pinned beneath him whilst he tickled me ferociously, making me scream with laughter and beg for mercy.
"You should know that you can never beat me," He announced triumphantly, pinning my arms above my head, and hovering just out of reach.
"You think?" I panted, "Don't count on it."
His brows darted up at my persistence and he glanced across the room to the bathroom.
"Race to the shower?" He asked with a gloating smile.
"I dunno, I don't think I'm ready to leave the bed yet," I replied suggestively, looking to his lips and biting my own.
I waited for him to loosen his grip on my wrists, taking the bait as he leant in, moving to kiss me. At the last second, I tipped my head to the side.
"You're on," I said quickly, throwing him off of me and racing across the room.
"Oh, hell no!" He shouted, bounding after me, his arms closing around my waist just as I reached the door.
He tried to wrestle me away from the bathroom, but I clutched the doorframe, laughing at his continued effort and impressive strength.
"I won already Mr Abbott, don't be a sore loser," I taunted him, refusing to budge.
"I believe the bet was to the shower," He argued back, "You're not there yet."
I tried to tug myself further into the bathroom, but lost my grip altogether, crashing into his chest, before spreading my arms in an attempt to block him from passing me.
"Dirty tricks!" He roared petulantly.
"Nope, it's called creative resistance," I panted, still wrestling for the right of way.
With a bark of laughter, he stopped fighting me and bent low, sweeping me up into a fireman's carry and slapping me on the ass.
"And this is creative victory," He said triumphantly, walking into the room with me over his shoulder.
"I'm calling it a draw," I announced as he put me back on the ground and turned on the shower.
"I have the most stubborn girlfriend in the world," He sighed.
"And you love me for it."
"And I love you for it," He agreed.
"Good, you can show me just how much," I added, stripping off my clothes and stepping under the water.
Ross was about to follow suit when there was a knock at the front door, halting him in his tracks.
"Ugh," He groaned, "You go ahead, I'll see who it is."
Watching him leave, it was impossible not to feel happy at how we'd fallen back into our old ways so easily. It was just like rewinding time, being back home, having spent no time apart. I finally felt complete here, and it was all thanks to having Ross back by my side. I closed my eyes as the water cascaded over my body and I replayed last night through my head on a loop. When Ross still hadn't returned after several minutes, I finished up quickly and threw on a robe, heading back through the bedroom in search of where he'd got to.
"Ross? Where are you?" I called from the bedroom
"In the kitchen," He called back, "Someone stopped by for you."
I padded through the living room, tying the robe as I walked.
"Oh, yeah?" I muttered, reaching the kitchen doorway, "Who is i-"
I stopped in my tracks as I saw Charlie sitting at the kitchen table with Ross, the pair of them drinking coffee together like old mates.
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