Curious about that Another Man photo where he was tearing up? Maybe this was why.
Rating: G (Fluffy and GROSS)
“Love, Love”, was the first thing you heard that morning, between
small strokes on your cheek and kisses on your neck, his warm and completely
bare body cradling you from behind now becoming more prominent as you woke up.
It took you a beat to realize what was happening, before you could actually
hear his voice. There was a slight tremor added to his normal morning grumble –
but the thing you heard the most was enthusiasm, and even before you could physically see him, you could hear him
you snuggled yourself closer into him, feeling that he now had put some sort of
underwear on his hips as you could feel the hair on his legs as you intertwined
yours with his.
smiled and even though your sleepy eyes were closed, still, you kissed the
bicep that was wrapped around the top of your head, his hand on his own ear as
he smiled down at you, running a hand up your thigh, pressing another kiss to
get up, baby”, he cooed softly in your ear, his nose running along the edge of
it, making you shiver and stretch, turning your head so you could fully see him
and plant a kiss on his full lips, opening your eyes to find his tired ones
pulled into a half-grin. He was looking at you, again – probably watching you
sleep. But this morning was different – he was rushing somewhere and once you
got your bearings straight, you realized that the sun wasn’t even blaring
through the windows in his home in England. Either that or it was raining, but
you didn’t hear anything.
“I actually designed it. I like to sketch - it´s my favorite medium. I´ve done drawings and paintings for girls, but mostly I do comic books. Sometimes it´s just nice to put thought and care into something original.” ~Zac Efron for InStyle (2014)
“You have several tattoos. What´s the deal with this one?”
“I’ve learnt so many lessons in the past few years. I’ve experienced great joy and great pain, and had to learn how to balance the two. I’ve learnt that love has absolutely no pattern, and no one will ever be perfect. Mostly, I’m just proud that this is the diary of my life. And I figure that if I rite songs and my life and my life is always changing, my music will be too.”