“Telling the world that you’re in a hotel suite in Mexico with a wonderful girl?” I asked as I walked back into the hotel room from the bathroom, wearing my pajamas and laying down in the large bed with Andy. He chuckled a bit.

“No… I was updating my Twitter though; maybe I should tag you in it…” He suggested with a bit of a smirk upon his lips.

“Maybe you should. I’m @LivvyBarrington on there.” I informed him. When he spelled my last name wrong, I rolled my eyes and smacked his hands away from the keys, typing in my name for him.

“I wasn’t even sure of your last name until now…” Andy admitted, chewing on his bottom lip. I didn’t even have to look at him to know he was doing that…I could hear his teeth tinkling on his metal lip ring.

“Well, now you know mine. Mr. Biersack,” I said with a small smile and he nodded his head.

“Ms. Barrington. It sounds like it could be from royalty. I think I may have heard it before.” Andy admitted, playing around with his lip ring as he lay back in the bed.

“I’m sure you probably have, and you know if you don’t stop doing that…biting your lip ring, I’m going to do it for you.” I commented and stole access of his laptop. I could only imagine the look right now on Andy’s face.

I signed out of his Twitter and into my own, realizing I had quite a few more followers than this morning, now that Andy had tagged me in one of his tweets. I went into my ‘mentions’ and realized quite a few fans were saying his account was probably hacked and I wasn’t on tour with him.

“Want to take a crummy ass web-cam photo…? With me…? Prove to your fans that I’m real?” I offered, hoping he wouldn’t say no. Andy smiled a little and nodded his head, scooting closer to me on the bed and wrapping an arm around my waist. He placed his head upon my shoulder and I turned the cam on.

I blushed at the fact of how cute we looked together. “Wow,” I commented, biting on my own bottom lip.

“Wow, what?” Andy questioned while quirking a brow as he looked at the laptop screen as well.

“We make a beautiful couple,” I commented, blushing a little as I turned to look at him for a moment before turning back to the web-cam. I didn’t even say we ‘would make,’ I just went ahead and called us a couple.

I smiled; the both of us did, as I clicked the ‘take’ button. It wasn’t the best quality on his laptop, better than my own laptop honestly. After I took the photo, I uploaded it to Twitpic and posted it from my account and tagged his account in it, then went onto his account and tagged mine.

“I’m sure rumors will be swirling,” Andy commented and I nodded a little.

“Are you ready for all that…?” I asked him and he shrugged just a little, nodding.

“If you are, then yeah, I am.” Andy lay back on the bed and nudged me with his foot a few moments later; I was in the middle of checking my Facebook but, I decided it could wait. I signed out and closed his laptop, sitting it on the bedside table. I turned off the big light in the hotel suite and left on only the lamp in the room. I crawled back into the bed and gazed at him for a minute, just sitting in the bed on my knees.

“Do you see something you like, Livvy?” Andy asked and a small smirk crept onto my face as I nodded my head.

“Yeah, I do. I see something I like a lot.” I admitted and lent forward, kissing his cheek gently. “You need sleep though, Andy. I’m not going to be the reason you play a shit show this evening.” I reached over and turned off the lamp and slipped underneath the covers beside of him. I was facing the window, my back to Andy… I felt him shift around and his arms slip around me as he cuddled into my back.

“I like that,” I whispered and I felt him nod his head a little.

“I do too. I’m such a cuddle bug,” he admitted and I giggled softly.

“So I can tell.” I teased him, my eyes slipping shut. I could hear my heartbeat, his heartbeat, my breathing, and his. After counting so many breaths of his, I could tell he’d dozed off because he started to make these very small...almost too quiet to hear snoring sounds. They were adorable as hell. After listening for what felt like an eternity, but only turned out to be about thirty minutes, I finally fell asleep as well.

I slept soundly for quite a few hours, at least until seven o’clock local time. I groaned a little as I saw sunrays peeking through the curtains in the hotel room. After I groaned, I could feel Andy shifting a little… I was still in his arms; he was still holding me from behind. I rolled over to face him, my arm wrapping around him as well. I gently rubbed over his back, his eyes slowly starting to flutter open.

“Mphh. Morning.” Andy grunted a little, raising one of his arms up to shield his eyes from the cracks of light coming into the hotel room.

“You’re so cute,” I whispered and cuddled a little closer. “Good morning, though. Is this too early to be waking you up?” I asked of him and he chuckled a little, finally dropping his arm back down and draping it around me.

“Anything before noon is too early, Livvy,” Andy said in a deep voice, deeper than usual first thing in the morning, so it made me shiver. “I felt that…” he whispered.

“I can’t help it… you just get to me,” I whispered and closed my eyes, resting my head against his strong chest.

“You get to me, too,” he admitted in a quiet voice, laying his cheek against the top of my head. “I dreamed of you again,” Andy whispered. Of course the second I heard that, my eyes fluttered opened and I pulled back to look at him.

“You did…?” I asked and he simply nodded. “What happened in it this time?”

“It was last night at the Pontiac show. When you grabbed my arm in the dressing room and dug your nails in…then fixed my stage makeup, I dreamed that it…” his voice trailed off. I nudged him, wanting him to continue. “I dreamed that I told the other guys to fuck off…and they did…they disappeared. I grabbed you up and shoved you onto the big vanity in the dressing room…and you can imagine what happened next.”

I could tell that it was almost embarrassing Andy to tell me what he’d dreamed about. I pushed some of his black hair out of his face, letting my fingers trickle over his cheek gently.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I’ve been dreaming about you every night for weeks. I was so excited for the concert in Louisville…and then so nervous about the meet and greet. Then meeting you and you treating me so nicely, talking to me like I wasn’t some fan-girl, like I was a friend…then well, of course…Starbucks… I dreamed about that morning all afternoon and evening after I got off work, because I crashed out from exhaustion.” I explained, “Your voice was the first one I heard since when you called it woke me up.”

“Really? I didn’t know I did.” Andy said quietly and I nodded my head a little.

“That’s okay because if I’d have not answered the phone you probably wouldn’t have played the Chicago show. If I wouldn’t have answered, you wouldn’t have offered me to come on tour with you. I wouldn’t be here right now, cuddled into you and… Andy, the thought of that scares me. Not being with you literally scares me.” I whispered, hell it was barely even a whisper.

“It scares me, too…” his voice trailed off as he leaned in and pressed his lips against my forehead. I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted a real kiss…but I wasn’t going to beg for it. I wasn’t going to push. I wanted everything that was happening between Andy and me to happen on its own, at its own pace.

“Put your fears to rest then, because I’m not going anywhere,” I said quietly and gently pulled back so I could get out of the bed and get dressed for the day. Andy pouted some, reaching for my arm and tugging at me.

“You just said you weren’t going anywhere…plus, the show isn’t until four this evening local time. I don’t have to be out of bed until at least eleven…” he said quietly and I looked at the clock. It was only a quarter until eight in the morning. I smiled a bit and curled back up underneath the covers with him.

“The more I lay here with you though…the more I’m going to want,” I whispered and held him closely, gazing into his deep baby blues.

“Don’t think I’m not laying here wanting the same things. There’s an internal struggle going on in my head, Livvy. I don’t know whether to do the things I want to do and let the tension be over…or keep letting the tension build. Because we both know, whenever it happens between us… it’ll be perfect.” To hear Andy speak like that, to talk as if he knows that intimacy is going to happen between us…it’s not if it does, it’s when it does…it put me on cloud nine.

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