𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 ζ zorbyn

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when he opened his eyes, the first thing corbyn saw was the face of zach with his eyes closed, he was sleeping. he looked so relaxed, he seemed to be having a nice dream so corbyn made sure not to make any movement that could wake him up and he just looked at him.

undoubtedly zach dean was a very handsome boy.

his skin was pale, his lashes were thick and his red cheeks made him look like an angel.

now that corbyn had examined his face, it was impossible for him to stop looking at him. zach's arm was still on the blonde's waist and his breath tickled his chin.

the clock on the wall indicated seven in the morning, corbyn thought that the best he could do to thank zach for letting him sleep here was preparing breakfast, but he didn't want to get up.

he wanted to stay there, in his arms.

corbyn moved closer to his body and closed his eyes hiding his face in zach's neck, he was going to enjoy that strange and unknown feeling for a few more minutes and then take a shower and start cooking something for breakfast.

but by the time his eyes opened again, zach was no longer in bed.

the clock on the wall now read ten o'clock in the morning. have i fallen asleep? that is impossible, because only a couple of minutes had passed in corbyn's head, or so he thought.

damn it. i had fallen asleep!

the blonde got up suddenly and got out of bed. he found zach in the kitchen, he was preparing pancakes without a shirt. he was wearing only a black apron and dark jeans. at that time, it was impossible for corbyn not to drool.

as soon as zach noticed the blonde, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. "did you sleep well?"

did he always dress like that when he cooked? corbyn asked. because if it was like that, the blonde would come to his apartment more times.

"yes." corbyn answered in a hoarse voice, something he didn't expect. zach was heating him up.

"mmm..." zach returned his attention to the pancakes.

"how long have you been awake?" asked curious corbyn.

"not much. when you fell asleep after staring at me for fifteen minutes, i went to the store to buy some things, "he replied in a calm tone.

what?

"i wasn't staring.."

oh my god! was he awake all the time? corbyn wanted to hide his face, wanted zach not to see how his face flushed.

"don't worry, i'm used to being looked at like that." zach said with a smile and in a second he changed the subject of the conversation. "are you hungry? because i make delicious pancakes. "

"actually, i'd like to take a shower first," corbyn muttered trying not to look at the muscles in zach's back. "a very cold shower." he whispered and waited for zach not to hear him since the words had left his lips without thinking them.

"the bathroom is at the end of the hallway, left door," said the brunette pointing to a black door.

corbyn turned around before zach could make fun of his comment and went quickly to the bathroom without looking back, the blonde could ensure that right now his face was terribly flushed.