"But you are right, Anna. I am tired. Tired of sleeping alone when I would be waking up next to you instead." Zack's tone becomes more serious, losing its playful edge. "One afternoon at my house is not going to be enough to get rid of these dreams, Anna. They are only going to get worse not that I know how much you like hearing about them." Anna's heart skips a beat. The way he could so easily arouse her by just describing his dreams surprised her. But what was even worse for her heart was the way he could twist his lustful dreams into a story about how much he missed her. She smiled softly because she missed him too and she missed sleeping next to him. "We still have plans for this weekend, remember. I told my dad I am sleeping over at Kasey's place. We can go to a motel and spend the weekend together," she said hopeful. Zack's entire demeanor shifts at the mention of their weekend plans, the weariness in his green eyes replaced by a sharp, focused intensity. The promise of an entire weekend alone with Anna– no parents, no interruptions– sends a jolt of energy through him. "A motel?" he repeats, his voice dropping an octave. "Fucking finally. I was starting to think I would have to kidnap you to get more than fifteen minutes alone." His hand tightens on hers possessively, thumb stroking over her knuckles. The thought of two full days with her skin against his, no rules or curfews to worry about makes his cock twitch immediately.
"But you have a history test Friday, and you have to focus. Remember out deal, if you don't do well, I will have to punish you…" she added teasingly. "History test?" he scoffs dismissively, leaning back in his chair with renewed confidence. "You think I can't study for one fucking history test when I know there is a prize waiting for me at the end of it?" he asks, his voice laced with confidence. "I know you can. You have proven to be very easily motivated, Anna says meaningfully. "But whether I reward or punish you this weekend, you are going to need your sleep. So, Friday night you should rest properly," she adds with a playful sternness. Zack's smirk falters for a moment, caught off guard by Anna's authoritative tone. The combination of her playful sternness and meaningful gaze sends a different kind of heat through him– one that mixes submission with arousal. "Rest properly?" he echoes with a raised eyebrow, leaning back in his chair to study her expression. "You make it sound like you are planning something I won't be able to handle unless I am fully rested." His voice carries a hint of challenge, testing the boundaries of her newfound dominance. The idea of Anna taking control– rewarding or punishing him based on his performance– is both frustrating and incredibly exciting. "And what exactly constitutes 'proper rest' according to you?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "No late-night jerking off sessions thinking about you? No sneaking out to meet you under your window?"
Anna blushes deeply and looks around the library to make sure no one is listening to their conversation. "Proper rest is at least eight hours of sleep," she whispers quickly. Zack's lips curve into a knowing smirk at Anna's flustered whisper, the blush creeping up her neck making his pulse quicken. Her sudden awareness of their surroundings– the nearby tables with other students studying quietly– only adds to the thrills of their secret conversation. "Eight hours of sleep?" he repeats quietly, leaning forward until their faces are just inches apart. "You really thing I can sleep that much when I know you are going to be waiting for me at that motel on Saturday morning?" his hand slides from her cheek to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in the soft, brown hair at her nape. The gesture is possessive yet gentle, a reminder of how easily he can make her blush with just a few words. "Tell me exactly what you have planned for our weekend," he murmurs.
"I don't think I should. Might make you to excited to sleep properly," Anna whispers back, a knowing look in her brown eyes. Zack's grip on her neck tightens slightly at her teasing words, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin beneath her jaw. The knowing look in her brown eyes sends a fresh wave of heat straight to his groin, making his jeans suddenly feel constricting. "Too excited to sleep?" he counters with a low chuckle, his lips nearly touching hers. "Baby you have no idea what kind of sleepless night you have been giving me lately. Another weekend of torture is not going to change anything." His other hand moves to cover hers on the table, intertwining their fingers possessively. The public setting only heightens the danger and excitement of their conversation. "Fine," he concedes reluctantly, though his green eyes betray his lack of sincerity.
"Good, I promise I will make it worth your while this weekend. Now study a bit before the bell rings for the first period," Anna says satisfies and slit back in her chair, increasing the distance between them. Zack watches her settle back into her chair, a mixture of frustration and anticipation swirling in his chest. The satisfied look on her face is both infuriating and incredibly attractive– she knows exactly what she is doing to him. "Study?" he scoffs, running a hand through his bleached blond hair in exasperation. "You think I can focus on ancient civilizations when all I can think about is getting you alone this weekend?" he pulls his history textbook out of his backpack, but does not open it, instead studying Anna's profile as she pretends to read her own books. The way her brown hair catches the library lighting, the way she chews on her pen when she concentrates…" "Fine," he says finally, forcing himself to flip open the textbook with more force than necessary. "Dut don't expect me to get perfect grades. You are already distracting me just by sitting there looking so fucking beautiful." His tone carries a hint of resentment mixed with genuine affection.