𝚂 𝙸 𝚇

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Once we're back at the apartment there's a weird vibe. Zach comforted me today. Something that really surprised me.

"I'm going to take a shower," I say and directly walk into the bathroom. I take a long and hot shower. I clean every inch of my skin until the water runs cold. Stepping out of the shower, I put my wet hair in a bun and walk out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I think I used all the hot water for today," I tell Zach who's standing in the kitchen, cleaning up. "That's okay, I already showered this morning." He says and smiles. I walk to my room only to be surprised by a shopping bag. I frown at it and walk back to Zach. "I thought you might need some more clothing since you don't have a lot." He says without me even asking. Speechless I walk back to my room and open the bag.

In it are some ripped jeans, what look like comfortable pajamas, a few more shirts, and a leather jacket. I smile at the jacket. It's his signature clothing item. I want to put the bag away when I feel something else is still in the bag. I grab it and look at it. My jaw drops at the sight of it and I have to catch my breath for a second.

That's very sexy underwear.

A blush creeps up my cheeks and I look away from it. I don't know whether to laugh or scream. I just put it in the drawer where the rest of my underwear is. I blink for a few seconds and then turn back to the other clothing.

I decide to put the pajamas on and walk back to the living room. The pajamas are really comfortable and I smile when I see Zach. "Thanks for this, I really needed it," I say and join him on the couch. "Did everything fit?" He asks with a smirk and I smack him on his arm. "Didn't try everything on," I say with a blush on my cheeks. He laughs and I join him.

"So you're feeling better?" He asks me and looks me in the eyes. My heart skips a beat and I want to look away but can't. "Much." I breathe and he shows a small smile. He hasn't acted like this before. Like he actually cares.

His gaze falls from my eyes to my lips. My mouth goes dry and a warm feeling fills my belly. I haven't even noticed how close are faces are. His lips almost hover over my lips. I can feel his warm breath on my skin. Our eyes meet and then it hits me. This is Zach. I freeze for a second before slowly pulling away. I sit straight and stare at the ground for a second.

Oh my god, this is so awkward. Why is this so awkward. I never care. I stand up slowly and without looking at him I walk away.

"Thanks for tonight, sleep well," I say quickly before I disappear in the hallway to my bedroom. Once I'm in my room I let myself fall on the bed and squeeze my eyes shut in embracement. Why oh why did I react like that. I hit myself on the head and roll over on my stomach. My face flat on the mattress. I lay there for what feels like an eternity before I finally get the courage to stand up and get myself ready to go to bed.

God, what a night this was. I walk out of my bedroom when I notice the kitchen is empty. I walk towards the counter a decide to make myself some tea. As I'm waiting for the water to boil, I hear a door open. I freeze again and don't dare to turn around towards the hallway.

"What are you making?" Zach asks and without turning to him I answer. "Tea, you want some?" I ask and I can hear him walk slowly. "Yeah sure." He says and so I grab two mugs and fill them with boiled water. I turn around and am about to ask him what flavor he wants when he's already standing right behind me. My breath catches and he smiles. He reaches out behind me and grabs his mug. For a second he's very close to me and I'm sure he can hear my heart beating. He finally pulls away again and turns to one of the cabinets to grab a teabag.

"What flavor do you like?" He asks me. "Lemon tea," I answer short and he smiles while handing me a teabag. "I didn't expect that." He simply says and then walks out of the kitchen and sits on the couch. On the coffee table is his laptop which he opens. He puts down his mug, lays his laptop on his lap, and starts typing.

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