Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tenderness is a Dangerous Thing: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Zack moves to Anna’s bedroom door and opens the door, still looking at her. When he steps out into the hallway, Anna calls out, “Wait, your Hamlet book is still here. Let me quickly get it for you.” As he waits in the hallway, he sees that the bedroom door across from hers is slightly open. The first thing that draws his attention is the charcoal wall inside and the panda illustration hung on it. Then his gaze shifts to the bed, which has a simple dark frame and is made with soft pink bedding, including a pale comforter and aa slightly darker pink throw blanket draped casually across the bed. Before he could notice any other details of the bedroom, he saw Haley and Chloe on the bed. Chloe was lying on her back on the bed; her long light brown hair was spread slightly across the dark pink throw blacked. Haley was positioned partially on top of Chloe, leaning over her from the side, while she kissed Chloe. Chloe’s body was relaxed, her eyes appeared closed as she leaned upward toward Ha

Zack’s phone vibrates violently in his hand as Ann’s latest text arrives. His green eye nearly pops out of his skull reading her words– “Show me.” The two simple words ignite something primal inside him, erasing any pretense of self-control. “No fucking way,” he growls under his breath. Already scrambling off his bed and stripping off his shirt and sweatpants in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, already rock-hard and leaking with anticipation.Zack: “Gladly”He types back with trembling fingers, snapping a quick photo of his erection in his palm before sending it immediately.Zack: “This is what you do to me, Anna. Can’t focus on anything but you naked in that bathtub.”He paced his bedroom floor barefoot, heart hammering against his ribs as he waits for her response. The cool air against his heated skin does nothing to calm the fire building in his gut. Anna’s brown eyes widen at the image of his hard cock, and sh

“Anna, wrap it up!” Anna’s dad calls from inside the house. Anna groaned, frustrated at the interruption. Zack’s entire body goes rigid at the sound of Anna’s father’s voice calling from inside the house. The sudden intrusion of reality breaks the spell of their heated moment, and he releases her immediately as if burned. “Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled bleached hair. His heart is pounding against his ribs from a mix of adrenaline and frustrated arousal. “Your dad,” he says through gritted teeth, stepping back just enough to create distance between them. The evidence of his arousal is obvious in the strain against his sweatpants, but there is no hiding it now. Anna’s frustrated groan makes his jaw clench– he knows exactly how she feels. Every instinct is screaming at him to ignore the warning and kiss her senselessly right there on the porch. “Go inside,” he orders gruffly, his voice strained with effort. “Before he comes out here and sees u

“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 I know how much you like hearing about them.” Anna’s heart skips a beat. The way he could so easily arouse her by just describing his dreams surprised her. But what was even worse for her heart was the way he could twist his lustful dreams into a story about how much he missed her. She smiled softly because she missed him too and she missed sleeping next to him. “We still have plans for this weekend, remember. I told my dad I am sleeping over at Kasey’s place. We can go to a motel and spend the weekend together,” she said hopeful. Zack’s entire demeanor shifts at the mention of their weekend plans, the weariness in his green eyes replaced by a sharp, focused intensity. The promise of an ent

The first-period bell rings overhead, signaling the start of classes. Students begin gathering their belongings and heading for the library exit, but neither Zack nor Anna makes any more to leave their cozy corner booth. “We should probably go to class eventually,” Zack said reluctantly. “Ugh, just when we were getting comfortable. But you are right we should go,” Anna says slightly frustrated. She sits upright, moving away from him slightly and starts packing her books into her purple backpack. “We have English for the first period with Mrs. Wayne,” she says casually. Zack stretches languidly as Anna begins packing, the brief comfort of having her body pressed against his fading too quickly. He watches her efficient movement– the way her brown hair falls across her face as she bends to gather her books, the way her hands move with practiced familiarity. “Mrs. Wayne,” he groans dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “Of course it is her. She will probably give us that stupid