It's a fact that you can't help who you fall in love with. And for Rosaline Davenport and him, it definitely shouldn't have been each other.
Because, sometimes, love stories have blood on them.
[warning: this is the mother of all slow-burns]
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thank you for not continuously asking me for updates after the previous chapter - my creativity flows amazingly well when i feel like nobody's rushing me <33
【 49.
Forty-nine
Lams 】
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[ Lams • (n.) touch ]
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ZACH BREATHES HEAVILY as he chugs down the iced water from the plastic bottle, beads of sweat running down the sides of his face and neck after the morning run that’s always been a part of his daily routine.
The white tank top clings to his skin, damp with perspiration and outlining the hard edges of his abs with the material that’s turned semi-transparent. He reaches for the thick red bandana holding his long hair away from falling into his face and tugs it over his head, smirking at the idea of Rose one day seeing him this way. He knows she’ll love it, if the way she couldn’t keep her eyes from roaming all over his form last night is any indication.
For a brief moment, Zach’s mind flashes back to the image of her pushing herself up to sit on the counters last night, and the way the mid-thigh sweater dress she wore slid further up her thighs. He didn’t react or acknowledge it then for her own comfort, but it kept him up for the better part of the night. Even now his tongue twitches inside his mouth, wondering what it’ll feel like to drag his lips up her legs, to lick the skin there until she’s a trembling, quivering mess underneath his mouth.
Groaning softly to himself, his fingers crush the now empty bottle in his hold, the sound of crumpling plastic snapping him out of his craving for a certain redhead and reminding him of the shower he needs to take before he heads out.
They’re supposed to spend the rest of today exploring NYC, after all. Together.
He still finds a hard time believing it’s real—that she’s here in NYC with him. It was only last night that he was missing her terribly and thinking it’d take a while before either of them managed to find a way to fly to where the other is. Never did he once consider that Rose will actually be willing to put her roots down here—or even go to the lengths of setting it all up by herself just to surprise him.
It makes Zach’s heart pound with excitement, makes adrenaline rush through him at the prospect of the future—their future. They have the world at their fingertips now, don’t they? They can go anywhere from this point on.
