LOGINZack recalls the conversation he and Anna had in their English class, when he compared her to a car: “Hell yes, Anna. You are the best fucking car I have ever seen. You are built for reliability. Like one of those classic American sedans– solid frame, engine that never gives out. But you are also built for speed when you need to be– remember that time you ran across the school to catch the bus and beat me by five seconds? And you have got that power under the hood too. T
Zack reaches for the bag of chips Anna left behind, popping one into his mouth and settling back into the pillows. The room feels a little colder without her warmth pressed against her side, and he finds himself subconsciously adjusting the blanket to cover the space she just vacated. “Hurry up,” he adds, his tone softening. “The movie is just getting to the good part.” She quickly goes to the bathroom and returns. “This is perfect,” she says as she settles beside him again.Zack does not even look up from the screen as Anna settles back in, but his hand immediately finds her waist again, pulling her flush against his side as if to make up for the lost time. “Took you long enough,” he grumbles, though there is no heat in it. He nudges her with his hip, making room for her to get comfortable. “I was about to start eating your share of the chips.” He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a soda can and popping it op
“Fine. Action movie it is. At least it is not some slow-burn romance where nothing happens for two hours,” Zack grumbles, though he is already leaning his head back to get comfortable. “But if it is terrible, I get to pick the next one.” He pops a chip into his mouth; his green eyes fixed on the screen as the opening credits begin to roll.“Have you ever seen it?” Anna asks casually as she takes another chip. Zack chews slowly, thinking for a second before shaking his head. “Nah, I have seen the first one like once when I was a kid, but the rest? No clue.” He shifts closer to her, his arm settling naturally around her shoulders as he pulls her into his side. The room is quiet except for the sound of the movie and the crunch of chips. “Why, you going to spoil the plot for me?” he asks with a grin, nudging her shoulder with his. He reached for a chocolate bar from the pile on the nightstand, unwrapping it with one hand
“Snacks. Of course,” Zack says, his voice thick with affection. “You are a menace, you know that? We are in the middle of a motel room, you have got no clothes, and all you can think about is chips and candy.” He pulls back just enough to look at Anna, his hands sliding down to rest on her waist. The cool air of the room hits their damp skin, but the heat between them keeps it at bay. “I will get your bag. And I will find your damn vending machine,” he promises, giving her waist a gentle squeeze. “But do not think this gets you out of paying those high rates later. I am picking out the snacks too, so no healthy shit.” She kisses him again. “Thank you,” she sings sweetly. His hands tightened on her waist or a brief moment at her sweetness, before he let out a long, defeated breath.Zack knows he is completely wrapped around Anna’s finger, and he is long past trying to fight it. “Stop doing that,” he
Zack’s hands slide down her arms, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles over her elbows before moving to her collarbone. The soapy water drips from his fingers, catching the dim light of the bathroom. He works with a focused intensity, his touch firm enough to leave a trail of warmth wherever he presses. “You are so quiet,” he notes, his voice a low rumble against her skin as he moves to her shoulders. “Usually, you have got something witty to say back to me.” He does not wait for an answer, instead letting his hands roam lower, his palms smoothing over the curves of her torso beneath the water. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his eyes meeting hers over her shoulder. “Just relax for me. I have got you.”“I am just enjoying the services,” Anna says with a playful smile. Zack’s smirk widened with pride at her response, as he moves his hands down her sides, his fingers pressing lighting into her waist.
Zack’s competitive nature softens into something more vulnerable as he leans back against Anna’s chest fully, letting her hold him for a moment. The warm water swirls around their bodies while steam rises in gentle wisps between them. “I am serious though,” he says quietly, his voice losing its usual edge. “I want to grow old with you. watch you get wrinkles and complain about your back hurting and still think you are the most beautiful woman in the room.” His free hand splashes water playfully at her side underwater. She laughs softly. “Now is that not an image,” she says with a strange amusement. “It actually sounds very romantic.” Zack’s face lights up with triumphant satisfaction at her romantic response, his chest swelling with pride as he feels her laugh against his back.“Romantic? Fuck yes, it is,” Zack says confidently, turning to face Anna fully in the tub. Water cascades down his muscular
“Oh yeah?” Zack growls lowly, his hands sliding down from Anna’s shoulders to grip her waist firmly. “You had better fucking mean that. Because if you make me sit through some spa treatment with cucumber slices on my eyes, I am expecting payback.” His thumbs dug into her hips possessively while his green eyes lock onto hers with intense focus, searching for any sign of hesitation in her promise. “Tell me exactly what you have in mind,” he commands roughly, his voice carrying that dominant edge she finds too irresistible. “I could oil you up.” She says playfully. “Give you a more intimate massage…” her voice carries a seductively suggestive tone. His eyes darken with obvious desire at her seductive suggestion.The steamy bathroom feels like it is closing it around them as Zack pulls Anna flush against his chest, one hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck possessively. “Fuck yes,” he grow
“I need the bathroom really quick,” Anna said casually as she stretched her hands over her head, causing Zack’s plain blue jersey to ride up a reveal a strip of her bare stomach. “Go ahead,” Zack said, his voice thick with barely contained desire. “I will watch
Anna nods, absentmindedly. “Well, I just have to do an activity for biology and one exercise for chemistry,” she says softly while looking down at her textbooks. Zack watches her focused expression as she sorts through her textbooks, the quiet intensity of her movements drawing his at
Anna walks towards the biology lab after lunch. Before she enters the class, she turns to look for Zack, but he has already disappeared into the crowd of students. She sighs deeply and enters the biology lab. Anna walked past the long lab benches with smooth black countertops and light-brown base
As Zack sits in Mr. Oghren’s class, his mind wanders as Mr. Oghren drones on about market segmentation strategies, images of Anna’s flushed face and confident smirk replaying behind his eyelids. The memory of her kiss lingers on his cheek, a phantom warmth that distracts him from taking notes. ‘D







