LOGINZack’s stomach muscles ripple and tighten under her touch, his breath coming in heavy, uneven drags. He watches Anna’s hands with a focused intensity, his jaw set as he fights to maintain even a shred of composure. “Anna,” he warns, his voice cracking slightly. It is not a request to stop– it is more like a warning to herself. He reaches up, his hands finding the hem of her dress where it meets her waist. His fingers brush against the skin there, and he freezes for a heartbeat, realizing just how thin the barrier between them has become. The warmth radiating from her is intoxicating. “You are doing this on purpose,” he murmurs, his green eyes locking onto hers. “You know exactly what you are doing to me.”Zack hands slide slowly upward, his palms flat against the fabric of Anna’s dress, pulling it taut as he begins to lift the hem of her dress, his movements deliberate and heavy with intent. “I do know exactly
“We are not in some shitty motel room,” Zack starts, his voice steady but quiet. “It is not even night. It is late afternoon, maybe, and we are at this place by the coast– the one with the old wooden pier. No crowds, just the sound of the waves hitting the rocks below us.” “I do love the ocean,” Anna commented with a genuine smile. “Go on…” his green eyes soften as he watches her smile, the blue light of the TV catching the genuine warmth in her expression. His hands stay on her hips, but his touch becomes lighter, almost hesitant. “The air is cool, but the sun is still hanging low,” he continued, his voice dropping into a slow, rhythmic cadence. “There is this late café right on the edge of the sand. We are sitting at a table outside, and you are wearing that dress– not this one, a different one, something light that catches the wind.”Zack pauses, his gaze drifting to Anna&rsqu
Zack looks at her for a long time, his dark eyes searching Anna’s as if looking for a catch. A slow, reluctant nod follows. “I promise,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulls her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “I am not good at lying, anyway. I would probably fuck it up in a week.” He exhales a long, shaky breath, his body relaxing against hers in a way he rarely allows himself to do. “You are the only person who has ever asked me for something like that,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice thick. “Maybe I like the real you,” she says suggestively and pressed an open mouth kiss to his neck. “Maybe I want you to be happy,” she murmured against his skin.A low rough sound escapes Zack’s throat– half-groan, half-breath– as Anna’s lips press against his neck. His entire body jolts slightly at the sensation, his muscles t
Zack reaches for the bag of chips Anna left behind, popping one into his mouth and settling back into the pillows. The room feels a little colder without her warmth pressed against her side, and he finds himself subconsciously adjusting the blanket to cover the space she just vacated. “Hurry up,” he adds, his tone softening. “The movie is just getting to the good part.” She quickly goes to the bathroom and returns. “This is perfect,” she says as she settles beside him again.Zack does not even look up from the screen as Anna settles back in, but his hand immediately finds her waist again, pulling her flush against his side as if to make up for the lost time. “Took you long enough,” he grumbles, though there is no heat in it. He nudges her with his hip, making room for her to get comfortable. “I was about to start eating your share of the chips.” He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a soda can and popping it op
“Fine. Action movie it is. At least it is not some slow-burn romance where nothing happens for two hours,” Zack grumbles, though he is already leaning his head back to get comfortable. “But if it is terrible, I get to pick the next one.” He pops a chip into his mouth; his green eyes fixed on the screen as the opening credits begin to roll.“Have you ever seen it?” Anna asks casually as she takes another chip. Zack chews slowly, thinking for a second before shaking his head. “Nah, I have seen the first one like once when I was a kid, but the rest? No clue.” He shifts closer to her, his arm settling naturally around her shoulders as he pulls her into his side. The room is quiet except for the sound of the movie and the crunch of chips. “Why, you going to spoil the plot for me?” he asks with a grin, nudging her shoulder with his. He reached for a chocolate bar from the pile on the nightstand, unwrapping it with one hand
“Snacks. Of course,” Zack says, his voice thick with affection. “You are a menace, you know that? We are in the middle of a motel room, you have got no clothes, and all you can think about is chips and candy.” He pulls back just enough to look at Anna, his hands sliding down to rest on her waist. The cool air of the room hits their damp skin, but the heat between them keeps it at bay. “I will get your bag. And I will find your damn vending machine,” he promises, giving her waist a gentle squeeze. “But do not think this gets you out of paying those high rates later. I am picking out the snacks too, so no healthy shit.” She kisses him again. “Thank you,” she sings sweetly. His hands tightened on her waist or a brief moment at her sweetness, before he let out a long, defeated breath.Zack knows he is completely wrapped around Anna’s finger, and he is long past trying to fight it. “Stop doing that,” he
Back home, Zack unlocks the front door and kicks off his shoes without enthusiasm. The sun is barely beginning to lighten the sky through the living room curtains. He heads straight for his bedroom and collapses onto the unmade bed fully clothed. His phone lies charging on the nightstand, display
Zack’s lips curve into a predatory smile against Anna’s. “The clock is ticking, sweetheart, which means we need to hurry this up.” His hands become more urgent, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin with practiced ease. One hand slides down her back to cup her ass whi
“I would prefer a purple Vespa, thank you,” Anna said playfully. “And if I get bored, I will just have to give you a ride.” Her voice became more seductive and she glanced at Zack over her shoulder. Zack’s green eyes flash with heat at the suggestive undertone in Ann
“I need the bathroom really quick,” Anna said casually as she stretched her hands over her head, causing Zack’s plain blue jersey to ride up a reveal a strip of her bare stomach. “Go ahead,” Zack said, his voice thick with barely contained desire. “I will watch







