LOGINBack home, Zack unlocks the front door and kicks off his shoes without enthusiasm. The sun is barely beginning to lighten the sky through the living room curtains. He heads straight for his bedroom and collapses onto the unmade bed fully clothed. His phone lies charging on the nightstand, displaying a single email from Anna, “Good morning.” His fingers tremble slightly as he reaches for the phone, unlocking it to read her simple greeting. The two words carry more weight than any e
“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
The steamy bathroom fills with the gentle sounds of water lapping against their bodies while bubbles cling to her skin in the warm lighting from above. “Yeah, you do,” Zack says with a low chuckle, nipping playfully at Anna’s earlobe. “Like during our study session.” His hands move through the water to rest possessively on her hips, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above her thighs. “Riding me while studying the cold war. That really turned me on during my history exam.” He continues with amusement in his voice. “I guess I was having trouble thinking straight that day,” she said with a light laugh. His competitive nature ignites with triumphant satisfaction at her light laugh, his smirk widening as he remembers that study session vividly.The steamy bathroom feels smaller somehow, filled with the intimate sounds of water lapping against their bodies while bubbles cling to Anna’s skin in the warm lighti
Zack’s competitive nature softens completely at Anna’s warm smile and sincere words, his expression becoming unguarded in the steamy bathroom. The bathroom’s warm lighting casts gently shadows across his face as he pulls her closer against his chest, the water swirling around their intertwined bodies. “I am fucking ecstatic we are,” he says quietly, his voice carrying genuine emotion. “For years I thought I had ruined any chance of this happening. That I had pushed you away too many time with my bullshit.” His hands move through the bubbles to cup her face gently, thumbs brushing away any lingering steam from her cheeks. “But you never gave up on me,” he continues softly his green eyes searching hers.“I held out hope,” Anna admitted softly. “But it was you who finally got the ball rolling. And you were not gently about it either.” Her voice grew more playful. “Being all pushy and unclear. You
The idea of her wearing his prized leather jacket is absurd and oddly appealing at the same time. “No way,” he says instantly, though the refusal lacks any real conviction. “Those cost me three months’ pay from working construction last summer. You would probably scratch it or spill coffee on it
Lara watches him devour the hash brown with a mixture of amusement and pity. The way he attacks the food suggests a man starved for comfort as much as calories. “You are like a stray cat finding its first meal in days,” she remarks with a slight chuckle. She sits back down across from
As Zack approached the counter, a middle-aged waitress named Lara recognized him immediately from previous late-night visits. She stood confidently behind the counter, he shoulder-length, wavy dirty blond hair was styled with soft volume, framing her face. Her expression was friendly and inviting
“Okay, but nothing to fancy. My parent will get me a new one at the end of the month,” Anna concedes with a soft smile. Zack’s aggressive posture softens slightly at her agreeable tone, though the stubborn set of his jaw remains. “End of the month is too long. What if some







