He leads me into his bedroom and opens the door to a massive king-sized bed draped in black silk. Above the bed is shelving with the most charming miniature instruments I have ever seen. They’re lifelike and cute. There’s a desk with a computer and a spacious walk-in closet that’s only about a third full, which makes me giggle.
Colt looks at me and shrugs. “Guess there’s more room in there for you than I thought,” he says with a smirk.
I lean up to kiss his cheek. Then he leads me over to the bed, where we lie down, cuddling into each other as jet lag sets in.
We opt to hang out at home. This beautiful area to share, rather than a dingy hotel room, is the luxury I want to bathe in. So rather than do anything, we take a long, hot bath together, then get into bed.
Colt has a large-screen television, and I do mean large, on the wall, so we order in and binge-watch until we fall asleep.
***
Waking up on Saturday morning, I rolled over to find Colt gazing at me, his expression serene. After the whirlwind of recent events, we decided to dedicate the weekend to pure relaxation.
Hux, however, had different plans.
A constant stream of visitors turned the bathroom into a bustling hub, occasionally testing our patience.
Despite the commotion, Colt and I cocooned ourselves in our own world, savoring the tranquility of our shared space.
But now, with Monday’s arrival, it’s time to return to our routines.
Colt and the guys are heading into the studio to do some recording, and I’m thrilled because Colt wants me to come along and watch. I eagerly agree, and we soon arrive at the legendary Abbey Road Studios. A rush of excitement washes over me—while the guys have recorded here before, making it familiar to them, it’s an entirely new experience for me.
As we cross the iconic zebra crossing made famous by The Beatles’ “Abbey Road” album cover, Colt takes my hand and leads the way into the historic white building. Inside, he confidently navigates the corridors, clearly familiar with the layout.
We enter a spacious studio where everyone is already gathered, including Anna, much to my relief—I won’t have to sit alone.The room is larger than I imagined, with a vocal booth equipped with a microphone—likely for Colt—and various instruments scattered around.
The atmosphere is charged with creative energy.This is so freaking cool!
“Hey, baby, will you be okay in the mixing room while we rehearse?” Colt asks as we walk over, joining everyone else.
“Yeah, no worries. I’ll go wherever you need me to be.”
“I want to be able to see you at all times. I need to sing to you,” he whispers in my ear, then gently kisses my neck.
Those little gestures make my knees weak for him every single time, and I can’t stop the swooning that follows, nor the giant smirk on my face.
“Okay, guys, now that we’re all here, we want to lay this track today. We have plenty of time, so we’re going to get it right. It could be bigger than “Rapture,” so let’s put in one hundred percent and make this the biggest-selling song of all time, yeah?” Rob states.
“Okay, everyone, those who don’t need to be here,get the fuckout! Let’s get this party started,” Rob says as Colt kisses my forehead goodbye.
“Good luck,” I whisper.
He winks, then Anna and I walk into the other room, where a bunch of people are sitting behind a giant window looking into the studio, with mixing boards and other equipment in front of them. I have no idea what it is, but it all seems damn technical.
“Ladies, you can take a seat over there,” some guy states when we walk in.
We head over to the two stools.
“This is so cool,” I say out loud, this time to Anna.
“Yeah, even though I’ve done this before, it still makes me nervous. I’ve no idea why, though?”
“Interesting. Have you heard the song in full yet?”
“Nah, I’ve only heard them play it acoustically, haven’t heard it all put together.”
“Yeah, me either. I can’t wait—”
