Tenderness is a Dangerous Thing
His grip on her waist tightens instantly, his fingers digging into the fabric of her dress.
“You are impossible,” Zack rasps, his green eyes dark and blown wide. He does not deny it. He does not even try to. His head falls back against the pillow, a jagged breath escaping his lips. The romantic picture he was painting is completely incinerated by the reality of Anna’s body pressed against him. “Yeah,” he says, his voice rough and honest, stripped of any pretense. “That is exactly how it ends. Every single time.” His hands slide from her hips down to the small of her back, pulling her even tighter against him, erasing any remaining space between them. The movie on the TV is forgotten, just fl
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