Zack melts into her touch, the gentle combining of her fingers through his damp blond hair sending waves of relaxation through his exhausted body. A contented sigh escapes him, and his eyes lids fluttered closed completely. “Mmm, do not stop,” he murmurs sleepily, nuzzling further into her palm. “Feels so good when you do that.” His voice grows thicker with impending sleep as the tension drains from his shoulders. Within moments, his breathing evens out into a deep, steady rhythm against her chest. The arm wrapped around her waist loosens its grip slightly as unconsciousness claims him completely. Zack’s dream began beneath a sky washed in the soft pink, warm orange, and bright yellow of early dawn, where everything seemed just a little too vivid to be real.Anna drifted through the quiet streets on a gleaming purple Vespa scooter, its polished paint catching flashes of lavender and violet whenever the sunlight found it. She wore a light blue dress that fluttered around her knees with
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