Entering the hotel room, the soft click of the door closing behind them was like a signal, cutting off the outside world.
Without a single redundant word, their breaths were the first to entwine.
It was more intense and urgent than at the bar, as if to make up for the desire that had been briefly interrupted.
The space at the entrance was narrow; they stumbled inward, arms tightly wrapped around each other, as if trying to knead one another into their own bodies.
Breathing gradually lost its rhythm, and clothing became an eyesore of a barrier.
Until the moment skin met skin, Jessica's movements suddenly paused.
Her eyes snapped wide, filled with shock and a hint of instinctive trepidation.
She subconsciously raised her hand, covering her slightly parted mouth with slender fingers, and took a sharp breath.
Although she had been mentally prepared, it still exceeded her imagination.
A violent storm finally subsided.
"Oh, my God! Landon, I must have this man!" A clear thought flashed like lightning through her blank mind.
She loved this man to death.
Jessica lay prone, her rapid heartbeat transmitted through their pressed skin, intertwining with his heartbeat, which was gradually leveling out.
Her brain was in a state of chaos, yet her body felt exceptionally light.
For nearly ten minutes, she just lay there quietly, only able to feel the stroking of his palm.
A trace of strength finally flowed back slowly. She moved slightly.
Her body suddenly stiffened, somewhat in disbelief.
"Oh... my god..." She covered her mouth again, but this time, the shock had faded.
Instead, bashfulness, surprise, and a hint of joy she hadn't even noticed herself arose.
She thought she was finished.
A sweet premonition, carrying a sense of resignation, quietly spread through her heart.
Regarding what happened later, Jessica's memory was a bit fuzzy.
She only remembered another storm arriving.
When everything finally returned to calm, New York outside the window was already soaked in a deep blue, near-black sky; dawn was quietly peeking through the thin mist.
Jessica listened to his steady breathing and made a silent vow in her heart.
No matter how this relationship would be defined, no matter what the future held, she definitely, definitely did not want to miss out on this man.
This night was deeply etched into her body and soul.
If someone asked Jessica Biel what happiness was...
Then, on this early summer Sunday morning, having just woken up from a sound sleep, she would surely tell you with a hazy and satisfied smile.
Happiness is when you open your eyes and find that the person who captivated you last night hasn't vanished, and you hear the sound of him gently closing the door and approaching, then see him pushing in an exquisite silver hotel dining cart, laden with steaming pancakes, fruit, and coffee.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, happening to fall on his face, which wore a refreshing smile.
When Jessica woke up, the side next to her was empty, but there was no panic in her heart.
She heard a slight sound of a door closing, and then familiar footsteps approaching from a distance.
When Landon appeared at the bedroom door pushing the dining cart, she just lay lazily on her side, reaching out her arms toward him in a childish gesture for a hug.
Her fluffy blonde hair was scattered on the pillow, her eyes reflecting the morning light and unreserved dependence.
Seeing this, Landon smiled, parked the dining cart aside for a moment, and walked over obediently, leaning down to give her a solid hug that carried the fresh scent of someone who had just bathed.
Jessica buried herself deep like a satisfied cat, greedily breathing in the refreshing scent and warmth of his body, reluctant to let go.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Landon's voice sounded above her head, slightly raspy from waking up.
Jessica looked up and quickly pecked him on the lips, leaving a sleepy kiss.
Landon pretended to wipe his mouth in distaste and gently patted her back: "Hurry up and wash up, breakfast is going to get cold."
This reaction only fueled Jessica's arrogance.
Instead of letting go, she tightened her arms and acted spoiled with the soft, sweet voice unique to someone who had just woken up: "No... you carry me there."
Her eyes blinked, revealing a charmingly naive expression quite different from her hot and bold demeanor last night.
Looking at Jessica, who had instantly switched from a sexy goddess to a petulant little girl, Landon didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but a part of his heart felt inexplicably soft.
He shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth were hooked in a permissive curve: "You really are..." Before he could finish, he bent over, slipped one hand under her knees, and steadily picked her up in a princess carry.
Jessica let out a small, triumphant cheer, her arms naturally circling his neck, her cheek pressed against his warm chest.
Carrying this sweet burden, Landon walked toward the bathroom with steady steps.
After Jessica washed up, the two sat at the dining table, enjoying a sumptuous breakfast.
During this time, Jessica was significantly more mischievous than yesterday; even while eating breakfast, she was constantly fidgeting.
Looking at the girl in front of him who was the same age as him, Landon suddenly remembered that next year, she would film The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
With that movie, she would be nominated for the Breakthrough Female Performance at the 13th MTV Movie Awards and Best Actress at the 30th Saturn Awards.
That would be the real turning point in her career.
The two did not leave the hotel together; she went first, quietly driving away from the underground garage in an ordinary sedan that had been waiting in advance.
A moment later, Landon pulled down the brim of his baseball cap and took the elevator to the garage alone.
Bruce's familiar black car was already waiting there quietly.
He opened the car door and first nodded to Bruce in the driver's seat: "Morning, Bruce."
"Good morning, Landon," Bruce's voice was as steady as ever.
Landon then turned to the back row, expecting to meet Zoe's slight, dissatisfied eye-roll, but what met his eyes instead was an unusually soft, even tender face.
Zoe sat there quietly, the morning light through the car window plating her profile in a pale gold. She looked at Landon with a calm gaze, and her mouth even wore a gentle smile.
Landon's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly became alert.
When things are out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy; his assistant, who was usually known for being sharp and occasionally prickly, suddenly putting on this gentle appearance made him more uneasy than a direct eye-roll.
As he sat down, he couldn't help but look at Zoe a few more times.
He had to admit that since she had ditched those exaggerated punk outfits and put on simple professional attire, the advantages of her features were fully highlighted; she was indeed very beautiful, even possessing the temperament of a screen siren suitable for the big screen.
But her current inscrutable expression made Landon's heart drum, completely unable to guess what she was up to.
The car ride was quiet all the way. Aside from handing him today's updated schedule and a bottle of water, Zoe had no further words or eye contact. That abnormal gentle silence made Landon feel rather restless instead.
When they arrived at the MV filming set, Jessica Biel and her assistant had already arrived.
From a distance, Jessica saw Landon, and a sweet smile immediately bloomed on her face; she even playfully winked at him.