Tenderness is a Dangerous Thing
The room smelled like him — a mix of cigarette smoke, cologne, and something uniquely Zack.
Anna heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Zack appeared in the doorway holding a tray with two plates of pancakes dripping with syrup. He smiled when he saw her looking around. “I didn’t know you smoked. I mean I heard rumors...” Zack set the tray down on the bed and sat down beside her, handing her a plate. “Yeah, I smoke,” he admitted, not meeting her eyes. “It helps me calm down sometimes.” He picked up his own plate and took a bite of pancake. “You don’t like it?” he asked finally looking at her. He shrugged. “I can quit if it bothers you. It’s not a big deal.” He leaned back against the headbo
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