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What's my perfect Valentine's Day look like, you ask?
Oh, that's an easy one.
In a perfect world, I'd spend February 14 with a one Zac Efron. (Maybe you've heard of him? He's only the best-looking male specimen in the entire world.)Considering Zac's been single for about a year now — he broke up with aspiring fashion designer Sami Miro more than a year ago and has yet to date anyone since — it's officially my time to shine.
But until I move to LA, ~casually~ run into Zac while he's at a bar with his friends and convince him to let me blow his freaking mind, I'll just have to settle for dreaming about spending Valentine's Day with him this year. (It's a tough gig, but someone's got to do it.)
Here's a play-by-play of our day together:
The morning starts off early. Zac and I live together (duh), so he's the first thing I see when I wake up. He smiles and tells me that we should get some breakfast, so we both get out of bed and head to the kitchen.
I should tell you: Zac is a phenomenal cook. Like, Jamie Oliver could NEVER.
While he starts making some vegan chocolate chip pancakes, I go take a shower. I hear Zac in the bedroom making noise as I'm scrubbing up, but just write it off as him doing his morning crunches and sit-ups routine. (Hey, those abs don't come easy.)When I'm finished showering, I see a trail of rose petals on the ground leading out of the bathroom. I follow the petals to the bed, on which are sitting three giant Louis Vuitton bags. Zac, meanwhile, is nowhere to be seen.
I open up the bags anyway — because, like, they're clearly for me — where I find three different pieces: one tote, one wallet, and a monogrammed duffel bag. I screech with happiness and run to the kitchen, where I find Zac finishing those pancakes.
I give him a hug and we kiss passionately over and over and over again, so hard and so long that the pancakes burn — not that we care. Before long, we're on top of the kitchen table, he's ripping my clothes off, and we're having the fiercest, sweatiest sex anyone's ever had.
Oh, and then we remake the pancakes.
While nibbling on our breakfast, Zac and I spend the rest of the day in bed, binge-watching British crime dramas.
And we live happily ever after. (I wish.)