LOGIN“There is not much to say. Same dream I always have– happy memories from when she was alive.” He swallows hard, forcing himself to meet Anna’s concerned gaze. “Waking up alone afterward is the worst part. Reminds me how long it has been since anyone was there to hold me when I am scared.” The confession slips out before he can censor it, raw and vulnerable in a way he rarely allows himself to be. His grip on her waist becomes firmer, pulling her flush against his chest as if seeking physical
The steamy bathroom fills with the gentle sounds of water lapping against their bodies while bubbles cling to her skin in the warm lighting from above. “Yeah, you do,” Zack says with a low chuckle, nipping playfully at Anna’s earlobe. “Like during our study session.” His hands move through the water to rest possessively on her hips, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above her thighs. “Riding me while studying the cold war. That really turned me on during my history exam.” He continues with amusement in his voice. “I guess I was having trouble thinking straight that day,” she said with a light laugh. His competitive nature ignites with triumphant satisfaction at her light laugh, his smirk widening as he remembers that study session vividly.The steamy bathroom feels smaller somehow, filled with the intimate sounds of water lapping against their bodies while bubbles cling to Anna’s skin in the warm lighti
Zack’s competitive nature softens completely at Anna’s warm smile and sincere words, his expression becoming unguarded in the steamy bathroom. The bathroom’s warm lighting casts gently shadows across his face as he pulls her closer against his chest, the water swirling around their intertwined bodies. “I am fucking ecstatic we are,” he says quietly, his voice carrying genuine emotion. “For years I thought I had ruined any chance of this happening. That I had pushed you away too many time with my bullshit.” His hands move through the bubbles to cup her face gently, thumbs brushing away any lingering steam from her cheeks. “But you never gave up on me,” he continues softly his green eyes searching hers.“I held out hope,” Anna admitted softly. “But it was you who finally got the ball rolling. And you were not gently about it either.” Her voice grew more playful. “Being all pushy and unclear. You
At the back of the bathroom is a standard white bathtub and the wall surrounding it is covered with large grey marble-patterned tiles featuring subtle veining. A decorative horizontal strip of darker mosaic tiles runs across the middle of the tiled wall. The rest of the walls are painted a warm reddish-brown color, contrasting with the cooler gray tones of the bathtub. The floor is covered with dark grey tiles that reflect some of the room’s lighting.Zack’s attitude shifted to practical problem-solving mode as he steps into the motel bathroom, his green eyes scanning the space and immediately focusing on the single bathtub. The warm lighting from the bedside lamp casts long shadows across his bare skin while steam begins to rise from the running water. “Shit, no shower,” he mutters with a grin, turning back toward Anna with a playful expression. “Guess we are taking a bath together instead. You okay with that?” His hands moved to open the
“Of course I want some,” Zack says with a quiet laugh, setting the brownie container aside on the nightstand. “But I am enjoying watching you eat too much right now. It is cute how you get all focused on your food.” He leans back against the headboard, propping himself up with pillows while his arm rests casually around Anna’s shoulders. The red bedspread shifts under their movements, creating a cozy nest in the otherwise genetic motel room. “You know this is way better than eating alone. I have been eating takeout by myself for years. Feels good to have someone to share it with,” he admits, running his fingers through her brown hair gently. “Maybe sometime in the future I can cook for you,” she suggests reaching down to pick up a piece of brownie. “My mom taught me how to make cottage pie.” She takes another bite and offers him the rest of the brownie.Zack’s eyes softening as he leans forward to accept
Zack’s fingers trace along her jawline possessively, studying her face with newfound confidence. The shy blush on her cheeks only encourages his playful side. “And here I was thinking I had to compete with some nerdy high school student. Turns out all I needed to do was stop being an asshole and actually tell you how I feel.” “Yeah. Well, vulnerability is sexy too. I am glad you finally told me,” she said with a soft smile.Zack’s expression softens completely as something inside him settles into something content and warm at Anna; s words. The vintage motel room feels cozier now, the warm lighting creating an intimate atmosphere around their intertwined bodies on the bed. “Vulnerability, huh? I will have to remember that,” he says with a low chuckle, leaning down to kiss her gently. “It is not exactly my strong suit, but if it makes you smile like that, maybe I can learn to be vulnerable more often.” His fingers con
Zack’s hands grip the headboard tightly as he drives into Anna harder, their bodies sliding together with increasing urgency. The bed sakes beneath them while the warm lighting casts intimate shadows across their sweat slicked skin. “You are so fucking perfect. The ways you take me, the sounds you make– fuck, Anna, you are driving me absolutely insane.” he breathes out between thrusts, his forehead pressing against hers. “Oh, God,” she cries out in pleasure. “Don’t stop.” Zack surges with triumph at her desperate cry, his movements becoming more powerful and possessive. The vintage motel room’s warm lighting casts dramatic shadows across their strained features as he drives into her with renewed intensity.“Never,” Zack growls against Anna’s neck, his voice thick with pleasure. “I am not stopping until you have completely forgotten your own name. until you can’t think about anything but
“Fuck yes, I would,” Zack answers without hesitation, his voice dropping to a low growl. “I would take you places you have never been before, show you what that engine can really do when it is pushed hard.” He leans in closer, their faces now mere inches apart. The classroom noise fades into back
Zack’s gaze drops to the poem Anna is pointing at, his brow furrowing slightly as he reads the title. He leans closer, getting a better look at the poem, his initial skepticism giving way to curiosity. The title itself seems simpler than some of the other abstract options they have been looking a
Zack leans over to peer at the poem Anna has written down and scans the poem in the poetry anthology. His initial annoyance fades as he reads the title, ‘Reflection’? that sounds more interesting than ‘Daffodils Weeping at Dawm.’ “MM de wet,” he said thoughtfully, pulling his ph
“Alright, settle down class. Let’s discuss the poetry analysis assignment. Each student has to pick three poems. One which they love, one which they hate and one they don’t understand at all. Over the next two weeks, you will each individually analyze your chosen poems except the ones you don’t u







