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She snorted and nodded at her phone. “Dude. When I’m writing I record everything.”
He shook his head, admiring her. It was never a question why she was at the top of everything she did. But every once in a while, he was reminded that she wasn’t just anyone. She outworked everyone in every room, stayed locked-in to her creativity, and never wasted a single drop.
“You’re remarkable. You know that, right?” he asked knowing that his words and respect were nothing compared to the accolades she received all the time. He was a nobody with a nothing career. But sometimes, like right then, he was able to be a part of something magnificent. And it took his breath away.
She beamed at him, sticking her tongue between her teeth in a cheesy smile. Then she patted the paper on the bed. “Write me a bridge, rock star.”
He watched her for a beat as she returned her fingers to their starting position and began to play again.
And then he wrote her a bridge.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Zara made a face like she was worried she was breaking eight laws at once and the cops were around the corner. “I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
Asa snorted and grabbed her hand, tugging her down the hall of XY Records to the control room of studio Y. “Killer, you’re Zara Lorna. No one is going to be mad at you for being in arecording studio.”
She snickered behind him and he shot her a grin over his shoulder. She looked up at him through her dark lashes with a flirty smile and he almost stumbled.
Living with her, spending time with her, seeing her every day had not desensitized him to her beauty. If anything, she was more potent than she’d ever been.
He tore his gaze away as they entered the large recording space of Studio Y. It wasn’t a space he got to spend a lot of time in, but it was his favorite.
The thirty-foot ceilings, high windows, open space. The first time he saw it, he knew he wanted to make music there.
Not music for someone else. But something of his own.
And now he was going to do exactly that.
They’d gotten to a certain point in their writing where both of them voiced their desire to start putting it together. Which was why he was sneaking the world’s most famous woman into a neighborhood recording studio in the middle of the night.
Johnny wouldn’t mind.
Probably.
Hopefully.
The really cool part about writing with Zara (okay, all of it was awesome) was that they both had talents in different areas. In a way that complimented one another.
And then there was the flow.
The mystical space where creatives connected on an almost spiritual level while constructing something. It bordered on insane, looked a lot like telepathy, and felt like intoxication. A hazy fog of ideas, emotions, words, and music.
He could honestly say he’d never experienced it at this intensity though.
Zara had spent enough time in recording studios that she knew what to do. They switched off and on, taking turns with instruments, the soundboard, the vocals. Just messing around and playing the way he had in his youth. With zero hesitation or thought of an outcome other than makingsomething.
The flow they found themselves in was so powerful that he was honestly shocked when he looked up to find Nikki standing in the doorway.
“Nik. Hey,” he said, surprised. Had the neighbors complained? Or…?
“Hey…” Nikki’s curious frown shifted from where Asa sat on the couch to Zara who was lying beside him, her bare feet in his lap. “What’s going on, guys?”
He flicked a glance out the control window and saw sunlight peeking through the high windows. “Oh shit.”
Zara chuckled, deep and low, and he grinned at her. They’d been playing in the studio for hours. She hadn’t slept and she still looked as gorgeous as ever. Wearing black leggings and a dark green hoodie of his she’d swiped from his closet before they’d left. It was enormous on her but seeing her in his shirt stirred something in him he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before. It was almost possessive but mixed with adoration and attraction.
He was so fucking gone for her. In a way that he never wanted to come back.
Tearing his eyes away from Zara and back to Nikki, he cleared his throat. “We’ve been writing.”
