After about an hour Anna sent Zack a text. She is in her bedroom on her bed, her back leaning against the headboard. She is still wearing the grey sweatpants and white shirt she wore when Zack left.
Anna: "Hey, finally finished my physics assignment"
An immediate buzz from his phone draws Zack's attention away from the television screen where some action movie plays silently in the background. His father is still out, the house quiet except for the hum of appliances and distant city noise filtering through closed windows. Seeing Anna's name flash across the screen sends a jolt of anticipation through him. He swipes to open the message a grin spreading across his face as he reads her simple update.
Zack: "About fucking time, took you long enough to finish that shit. Did you miss me?"
He types back quickly, already standing up from the couch and heading toward his bedroom. His fingers move rapidly across the keyboard as he climbs onto his bed and props himself against the headboard.
Zack: "Now that your homework is done, you have no excuse not to come over tomorrow. My dad works late again so we will have the whole afternoon and evening to ourselves."
He pauses briefly before adding another message with deliberate provocation.
Zack: "And wear the jersey I will give you tomorrow. I want to see how good you look in my colors while I am studying."
He sets his phone aside on the nightstand, running a hand through his bleached blond hair as he imagines Anna reading his texts. The thought of her in his oversized jersey– the fabric hanging off her shoulders, barely covering those pink panties she wore earlier– makes his cock twitch beneath his sweatpants. He glances at the clock– it is barely nine o'clock. Too early to sleep but too late to start actual studying. Instead, he grabs a clean t-shirt from his dresser drawer and pulls it on over his head before settling back against his pillows.
Anna reads his text quietly, waiting for him to finish typing before she responds. While she waits, she stands up from her bed and organizes the books on her desk.
Anna: "That was what motivated me. It took a while because I had to have dinner with the family, but I am all done now."
After typing the message, she packs the book for tomorrow in her purple backpack. Then she sends another message.
Anna: "So, tomorrow before school, I am thinking we should study in the library. Remember my cappuccino. Then after school, we can do our homework and then we can do whatever we want…"
Zack's phone lights up again with Anna's message, and he smirks at her explanation for the delayed response. Dinner with the family– of course. Knowing her parents, that probably involved multiple courses of endless conversation about everyone's grades.
Zack: "Dinner with the fam– got to love it. At least it gives me time to recharge for tomorrow."
He texts back with a roll of his eyes. His fingers fly across the screen as he types out his agreement to her plan.
Zack: "Library before school sounds perfect. Get there early so we can grab the good study spots near the windows."
He shifts on his bed, propping himself up higher against the pillows as excitement builds at the prospect of spending tomorrow morning pretending to study while really just stealing glances at her across the table, breathing in her scent whenever she leans close…
Zack: "Homework after school is non-negotiable."
He continues typing quickly. Anna's heart skips a beat at his messages. She had never hoped that they would be dating, never mind studying together.
Anna: "Glad to see you in serious boyfriend mode. It will pay off."
She sent the reply with an emoji sticking its tongue out. Zack's phone screen lights up with Anna's final message, the playful emoji making him chuckle out loud in the quiet of his bedroom. The term 'serious boyfriend mode' sends a mix of pride and possessiveness through him- he likes the sound of it.
Zack: "Oh, I am dead serious about this. You better be ready to see just how serious I can get tomorrow."
He texts back immediately, his thumb hovering over the keyboard with renewed determination. His eyes drift to the clock again– almost ten now. The action movie playing downstairs has ended, leaving only the low hum of the refrigerator in the background. Zack sets his phone down on the nightstand and stretches out on his bed fully, arms crossed behind his head as he stares at the ceiling. The idea of spending time in the library with Anna– pretending to study calculus while actually memorizing every detail about her– makes his cock harden beneath his sweatpants.
Anna: "I look forward to it. You are very sexy when you are motivated."
Anna texts as she walks over to her wardrobe and takes out her pajamas, preparing to take a bath.
Anna: "The image of you all serious is going to be very distracting while I take a bath."
She smiles while she types the text and heads into the bathroom. Zack's phone buzzes again and his green eyes widen as he reads the suggestive content. The image of her taking a bath while thinking about him sends a jolt of heat straight to his groin. "Fuck," he mutters aloud, tossing his phone into the bed and adjusting himself uncomfortably. His sweatpants suddenly felt much too tight. He picks up his phone again and types back quickly, his fingers moving with newfound urgency.
Zack: "Distracting? Baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me right now. Knowing you are naked in that tub while texting me…"
He stops typing for a moment, running a hand through his bleached blond hair as he pictures Anna's smooth skin slick with water, steam rising around her curves. The mental picture is almost too much to handle.
Zack: "I am going to be hard all-night thinking about this."
Anna opens the faucet and starts filling the tub with warm water.
Anna: "Really? I am glad you are as affected as I am. Show me."
After sending the text she lowers her grey sweatpants, so they fall to the floor and she lifts her white shirt over her hear head, so she is standing there in only her pink panties and pink sports bra.