Anna sits up slightly. “No, I don’t think so,” she argues softly. “I mean– yeah, you are competitive and possessive. But you are also sweet and caring.” Zack’s expression softens at her defense, the vulnerability in her voice reaching something deep within him. “Sweet and caring?” he repeats with a small laugh, his hands stilling their movements against her skin. “Fuck, Anna, you are the only person who has ever called me that. Everyone else sees the bully who fights and smokes and fails classes.” He sits up more fully to face her properly on the bed, their naked bodies illuminated by the lightning of the warm motel. His gaze searches hers intently, looking for any sign of insincerity. “You really see me like that?” he asks quietly, his voice carrying a raw edge of uncertainty. “Not just as some asshole who has been trying to get in your pants for years?”“You can be an asshole,&rd
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