Page 12 of Scoring Chance
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Sydney said in a sing-song voice, quiet enough so Dean wouldn’t be able to hear as she removed her eye makeup, “and I don’t know why I’m here. But I do know I want to be the guy in the living room and I hope I don’t scare him with fear.”
She exhaled a frustrated breath and stared at her half-removed makeup face. She knew it was their last chance of being together. After going back and forth for almost a year with two huge breakups in the midst of it all, it was now or never. She was on the cusp of stardom with her artwork and Ian promised her the stars. Having Dean by her side would only solidify her legendary status.
No matter how silly they could be, how immature their arguments were, she could only see Dean in her life. Now the burden was on her – she needed to prove to him he was just as important – if not more – than her art. He wasn’t the only thing that mattered but he was very high on the list.
Tonight was now or never.
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“What’s all this?” Sydney smiled as she saw the champagne flutes.
Dean walked from behind the bar and gave Sydney her glass. He focused on her face so it took the attention off her too-small tank top that barely contained her full breasts and equally small boy shorts that barely covered her pear-shaped ass. “I wanted to toast to us.”
“Okay,” Sydney put away her clothing and returned to Dean. She took a glass from him. “What are we toasting?”
“A fresh start,” he replied, “a new beginning.”
Sydney studied his eyes and noticed how soft they’d become. They were usually a sharp emerald but they’d softened to a Caribbean amber-like color. “A new everything,” she softly replied.
They clinked glasses and sipped their champagne. “So, I picked out a movie for us.” Dean headed to the living room. “Zoolander 2.”
“Zoolander?” Sydney laughed. “Um, okay.”
“The other choices were sappy chick flicks I have no interest in, and scary movies you have no interest in. There were a few other dumb comedies that were probably too dumb for both of us.” Dean shrugged. “So, Zoolander it is.”
“Zoolander it is.” Sydney crawled on the bed while Dean sat down on the sofa in front of her. Sydney frowned at how they were so close yet so far from each other. “Hey, join me up here.”
Dean turned around. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Sydney put her flute to the side, “there’s no point in watching this movie with you there and I’m up here.”
“Sounds good to me.” Dean joined Sydney on the bed and snuggled next to her. “Is this better?”
Dean still smelled like musk, patchouli, and all man. Sydney took a couple of soft inhales while she relished in feeling his arms around her body. “Much better.”
The pair began watching the movie, laughing at the funny moments while collectively eye rolling at others. The movie was stupid and silly but it didn’t matter to them; as long they were together, they could be watching paint dry and would still have a good time.
“Well,” Dean began as the ending credits began to roll, “I think I lost a few more IQ points.”
“That’s the movie when you watch it, you know the actors only did it for the paycheck.” Sydney giggled. “Because yeah…”
Dean got up and stretched while Sydney’s eyes traveled to his lean muscular physique. When he caught her staring, she didn’t hide it. “You became more lean.”
“Lean Dean,” he rubbed a hand over his washboard abs, “I don’t want too many muscles.”
“Too much wouldn’t look good on you, anyway. Some men are meant to have some flab, some are meant to be skinny, some are meant to be muscular.” She added.
“Would you still love me if I built like Rick Ross?” Dean smiled.
“Um…” Sydney tried to picture what he looked like and her eyes widened once she realized who he was. “…can we try a bit more for 50 Cent? Or Eminem before the drugs?”
“That works,” Dean smiled. “Did you want a refill of your glass?”
“I thought we killed it?” She asked.
Dean grabbed the bottle and held it. It was completely empty. “Wow, I guess the movie was really bad.”
“Yeah, it was.” Sydney had an idea. “Say, you want to kill some time before you go back to no-man’s land over there on the sofa?”
