The next morning Zack walks into the library wearing dark blue jeans, a black Metallica t-shirt and his black leather jacket. He has the dark blue hoodie he promised Anna in his hands. Inside the library, Anna is seated in a corner booth, she has a few books open on the desk. She chews the edge of her pen while she reads one of the books. She is wearing skinny jeans and a purple strappy top. Her hair is made up in a bun. Zack spots Anna immediately in the corner booth, her focused expression making his chest tighten with affection and anticipation. The sight of her studying so intently– completely unaware of how much she affects him– sends a familiar warmth spreading through his veins. He approaches slowly, deliberately making noise with his footsteps so she will look up. As expected, her head lifts just as he reaches the table, those beautiful brown eyes widening slightly when she sees him holding the dark blue jersey. "Hey," he says with a smirk, setting the dark blue hoodie down on the table beside her book. "I bought you something." His gaze lingers on her for a moment too long– taking in the way her purple strappy top highlights her collarbone, the way her hair is pulled back to reveal the delicate curve of her neck. Every detail about her seems to capture his attention these days. "You are early," he notes, pulling out the chair opposite her and sitting down without waiting for an invitation.
"Yeah, I had to get out of the house. Things felt awkward with my dad after last night," Anna admitted shyly. She picks up the plain dark blue hoodie from the table. She holds the hoodie in front of her, gripping the bottom hem and pulling the hoodie over her head. Her hair becomes slightly static from the friction. She sighs contently at the soft, warm material that smelled like washing soap and Zack. Zack's smirk widens at her shy admission, the way she avoids meeting his green eyes while pulling the plain dark blue hoodie over her head. The sight of her wearing his clothing– especially the oversized fabric hanging off one shoulder– sends a fresh wave of possessiveness through him. "Awkward with your dad?" he repeats teasingly, leaning back in his chair with casual confidence. "Or awkward because you could not stop thinking about me all night?" His green eyes track the movement of her fingers as they smooth the plain dark blue hoodie down over her hips, imagining how it would look on the floor beside his bed. Or how she would look in nothing else but his dark blue hoodie. "He probable noticed you came home looking flushed and guilty as hell. Parents always know when their kids at up to something," he continues with a low chuckle.
"Yeah, he definitely suspects something. This morning, he told me, that we aren't allowed to study up in my room anymore," Anna mentions casually. Her brown eyes study Zack's face closely. Zack's jaw tightens at the mention of Anna's father's new rule. The casual way she delivers the news sends a jolt of frustration through him, mixing with the underlying excitement of their forbidden situation. "Your dad thinks he can keep up apart?" he says with a dark chuckle, leaning forward across the table. "That just makes this more fun, doesn't it?" His green eyes lock onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. The challenge in his voice is unmistakable– he has no intention of letting a simple house rule stop him from seeing her. "So, what is our new plan? We can't study in your room, we can't stay on the porch after dark…" he trails off suggestively, letting the implications hang in the air between them.
"We can still go to your house this afternoon. But maybe we should take a break tomorrow night thought," Anna says, her voice softening. Her hand moves to cup Zack's cheek. "You look tired," she says slightly concerned. Zack leans into her touch, the warmth of her palm against his cheek sending a wave of comfort through the lingering tension from his restless night. Her concern softens the sharp edges of his frustration, reminding him that despite everything, she cares. "Tired?" he scoffs lightly, though the weariness is obvious in the dark circle under his green eyes. "I have been dreaming about you all night, Anna. If course I am tired." His hand covers hers, pressing it more firmly against his skin. The simple contact feels grounding after hours of restless fantasies. "A break tomorrow night?" he repeats, is thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand. "You think one afternoon at my place is going to be enough to satisfy me? You are underestimating how badly I want you." His gaze drops to her lips briefly before meeting her brown eyes again. "But fine. One afternoon. I will take what I can get."
Anna's brown eyes widen slightly. "Dreaming about me? What kind of dreams?" she asks curiously. Zack's smirk turns wicked at her curious question, his thumb pausing its circular motion against her hand. The direct inquiry catches him off guard, forcing him to decide whether to tease her or reveal the explicit details burning in his memory. "Oh, you really want to know?" he asks, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. He leans closer across the table, lowering his voice so only she can hear. "The kind of dreams where you are naked in my bed instead of yours. The kind where I wake up covered in sweat because you were doing things to me that could make your dad's head explode." His green eyes gleam with amusement and arousal as he watched her reaction carefully. The way her pupils dilate slightly tells him she is intrigued by the prospect. "The specific details involve a bathtub and a lot of water," he adds with a knowing grin, referencing their text conversation from last night.
Anna blushes deeply. "Oh, well that… that must have been very distracting," she says softly. "You must be very tired…" Zack's grin grows wider at her flustered response, clearly pleased with the effect his words are having on her. The deep blush coloring her cheeks is a satisfying reward for sharing the intimate details of his dream. "Distracting is an understatement," he says, his voice dropping even lower. "I spent half the night thinking about how loud I wanted to make you scream in that dream." His free hand reaches across the table to play with the edge of one of her physics textbooks, knocking it slightly askew. The casual gesture belies the intensity in his green eyes.