로그인The next morning Zack walks into the library wearing dark blue jeans, a black Metallica t-shirt and his black leather jacket. He has the dark blue hoodie he promised Anna in his hands. Inside the library, Anna is seated in a corner booth, she has a few books open on the desk. She chews the edge of her pen while she reads one of the books. She is wearing skinny jeans and a purple strappy top. Her hair is made up in a bun. Zack spots Anna immediately in the corner booth, her focused expression
A dream settles over Zack, quiet and suffocating, like frost creeping across the glass. He is small again and the world is too big, the house too hollow. Even the air feels wrong, as if something essential is missing. The warmth that once lived in the walls is gone, replaced by a thin, biting cold that seeps into his skin and stays there. He wakes in the darkness. For a moment, there is nothing– just the faint hum of the house, the distant creak of settling wood. Then he hears it. A noise downstairs. Soft. Irregular. Real. Hope ignites in him so fast it almost hurts. He is out of the bed before the thought can catch up to him, bare feet hitting the hardwood with small, quick slaps. He does not feel the cold floor. He does not feel anything except that fragile, desperate certainty blooming in his chest.It is her. It has to be. Mom? The word rises, but it never makes it out. it sticks somewhere deep, like even now he knows better than to say it out loud– because sa
In the background the movie comes to an end and the song ‘Let it show! Let it snow! Let it snow!’ starts playing:Oh, the weather outside is frightful. But the fire, it’s so delightful. And since we’ve no place to go. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!“God,” Zack breathes out, the word barely a whisper. His voice is completely drained, stripped of all its usual edge. He does not pull away. Instead, he shifts slightly, rolling onto his side and pulling Anna with him so she is tucked against his chest. “That was…” she began and took a sharp breath. His chest is still rising and falling in heavy, uneven beats. He does not move, just lies there with his arm draped heavily over her waist, his fingers tracing idle, lazy patterns against her skin. The intensity of those last few minutes has left him physically drained, but his mind is still buzzing, still reeling from the sheer closeness of it. He turns his
Anna moaned as Zack rubbed against her from behind. The sound of her moan– soft, breathless, and entirely unguarded– hits him like a physical weight. His jaw tightens, his teeth grinding together as he fights the urge to lose that promised control. “You sound so good,” he rasps, his voice barely a whisper against her skin. “Do that again.” He does not rush. He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, just like he promised, but the rhythm is heavy, intentional. His hands stay anchored on her hips, guiding her, keeping her steady as he maintains that agonizingly slow friction. His other hand reaches around, fingers splaying across her stomach, pulling her back against him so there is no space left between them. He can feel every vibration of her moan through his own chest.“I have got you, just breathe. I am right here.” Zack murmurs, his lips grazing her shoulder blade. “Ah, God. Zack,” Anna moaned sweetly. “I w
“Do not call me sexy,” Zack rasps, though his body betrays every word. “It is not a compliment if you are using it to tease me.” He tilts his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, jaw working as he tries to hold onto some shred of control. But then Anna moves again, and the control snaps like a frayed wire. His hands slide from her back to her hips, his thumbs pressing into the bone as he rolls his pelvis upward, meeting her rhythm with desperate, heavy pressure. A sweet moan escapes her mouth at his movement. Her hands wrap around his neck and she kisses him deeply.The sound of Anna’s moan– sweet, genuine, and entirely for him– is the final blow. Zack’s composure does not just crack; it shatters. He meets her kiss with a ferocity that is almost overwhelming, his tongue tangling with hers as he drinks her in like a man dying of thirst. His hands move from her hips to her hair, pulling her closer, as if he can absorb her entire bei
“You think I would say no?” Zack rasps, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register. His hand at Anna’s waist tightens, his fingers digging into her skin through the dress. Her pulls her closer still, his chest heaving against hers, the heat between them nearly unbearable. “Mark me,” he commands, the words barely more than a growl. “Go ahead. Let everyone know exactly who I belong to.” He tilts his head back against the headboard, exposing the long line of his throat to her, his jaw set and his breathing ragged. His green eyes never leave hers, challenging her, daring her to follow through on the promise hanging between them. She continued sucking on his neck, her hand moving down to the metal button of his jeans.Zack’s breath hitches, a sharp, jagged sound that tears through the quiet of the room. His hands fly to Anna’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress as he feels her hand move downward. &ldq
Zack’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
“You really are naive, aren’t you?” Those words make Anna flinch, and another bad memory resurfaces. “Love you? You are so naive,” Anna shakes her head, trying to chase away the memory. “It was never about hating you. It was about wanting you so fucking much it drove me crazy,” Zack continued. Anna
For a long while Anna and Zack sat in the library studying. Zack struggles to focus. He shifts around in his chair and taps the table; he even lightly kicks Anna under the table. “Don’t make me punish you tonight. Focus,” Anna says without looking up from her book, a sweet smile on her lips. Zack
“But you are right, Anna. I am tired. Tired of sleeping alone when I would be waking up next to you instead.” Zack’s tone becomes more serious, losing its playful edge. “One afternoon at my house is not going to be enough to get rid of these dreams, Anna. They are only going to get worse not that
Zack’s hand slid from her hips to her thighs, pushing them apart. He settled between them, the rough fabric of his wet jeans rubbing against her bare skin. “This is who I am,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “A selfish bastard who takes what he wants and right now I want you.” Anna fin







