"Good. We should probably get dressed… I still have a physics assignment to finish, and if I don't it might ruin our plans for tomorrow," Anna said casually. Zack groans dramatically, flopping back against the pillows with exaggerated disappointment. "Physics? Really? After everything we just did, you are going to make me put on clothes and think about vectors and forces?" Despite his complaining tone, he starts sitting up reluctantly, running a hand through his messy bleached hair. "Fine, fine– duty calls, but you owe me big time for this. I am talking about extra credit tomorrow night at my place," he grumbles good-naturedly. He stands up to gather his scattered clothes from the floor, not bothering to hide his nakedness as he walks around Anna's bedroom collecting his jeans and shirt. His movements are casual and familiar now, as if this intimate setting has become second nature to him. "Don't work too hard though," he adds over his shoulders as he pulls on his underwear.
Anna stands up and goes to her closet. She takes out a matching pair of pink panties and sports bra. "I won't. physics is easy for me," she says as she puts the underwear on and then cover them with a pair of grey sweatpants and a white jersey. Zack's green eyes track her every movement as she dresses, his jaw slackening slightly at the sight of her in those tiny pink panties and sports bra. The casual way she pulls on sweats and a jersey does nothing to diminish the effect– if anything, the contrast between her relaxed attire and the lingerie underneath makes his cock twitch with renewed interest. "Easy for you maybe," he mutters, pulling his jeans up over his hips while trying not to stare too obviously. "I am going to need a lot more than just studying to get through physics." He tugs his shirt over his head, running a hand through his messy bleached hair to try and regain some semblance of composure. The image of Anna in that outfit is already burned into his brain, guaranteed to distract him throughout the entire study session tomorrow.
"Seriously though," he says stepping closer to help her gather her own scattered clothes from the floor. "If you keep dressing like that tomorrow, I am going to have a very difficult time concentrating on derivatives and integrals." His fingers brush against her hand as he hands her, her discarded black mini skirt. The brief contact sending electricity through them both. The domesticity of helping her tidy up after their intimate encounter feels surprisingly natural, as if they have been sharing these moments for years rather than a few days. "So, what is the plan?" he asks casually, leaning against her desk while watching her tie up her long brown hair. "Meet at the library in the morning? I can bring coffee– black for me, whatever fruit shit you like." The familiarity in his tone reflects how quickly they have settled into this new dynamic- studying partners by day, secret lovers by night. Despite the risks and complications involved, something about their forbidden relationship feels perfectly right for both of them.
"What kind of clothes would make me look less sexy?" Anna asks teasingly and turns to look at him fully. "I want a cappuccino for out early morning study sessions," she adds with a bright smile. Zack lets out a short, incredulous laugh, running a hand through his still messy bleached hair. "Clothes that would make you look less sexy? Baby, you could wear a potato sack and still manage to look like a fucking goddess." He shakes his head with an amused grin, pushing off her desk to walk closer. "Seriously though– probably something baggy and unflattering. Like one of those giant sweatshirts that hides everything." His green eyes rake over her current outfit appreciatively. "But I am pretty sure you don't own anything like that. You wardrobe is designed to drive every guy in our class crazy." He reaches out to tuck a strand of brown hair behind her ear, his touch lingering longer than necessary. "And fine– cappuccino it is. I will get you the biggest one they have with extra foam and whatever other fancy shit you like."
Anna smiles happily and says teasingly, "I could wear one of your jerseys? That would be baggy on me, but I don't know if it would be unflattering?" Zack's eyebrows shoot up at the suggestion, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "My jersey?" he repeats. "You want to wear my fucking jersey?" He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe with a look of mock consideration. "That is playing dirty, Anna. You know exactly what that would do to me." Anna smiles a satisfied smile; having gotten the reaction she had hoped for. Zack's green eyes darken with the image of her petite frame swimming in one of his oversized jerseys, the hem barely covering her panties while she bends over to pick up a textbook. "Fine, but you are wearing it tomorrow. And don't expect me to get any studying done when you are sitting across from me looking like my personal good luck charm," he concedes with a rough laugh. He moves closer to her, crowding her space until she has to tilt her head up to meet his gaze.
"But first," he murmurs, lowering his head until his lips hover just above hers. "I need to kiss you goodbye properly." His free hand slides around to rest on the small of her back, pulling her flush against him despite their fully clothed state. The kiss starts soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the frantic urgency from earlier. But it deepens quickly as Anna responds readily, her own hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. "Tomorrow," he whispers against her mouth between kisses. "Library before school. I will bring my jersey." With one final searing kiss that leaves them both breathless, Zack forces himself to step back before he gets distracted again. His green eyes linger on Anna's flushed face and swollen lips for a moment longer than necessary.