Zack

ok

*leans against counter, sipping own coffee* So what's the plan for today, pigeon?

I don't know.

*looks away* shut up

*leans closer* Make me.

*heart pounding* try me, Zack

we do have a pet cow

*snorts* You're kidding, right?

No.

What do you mean?

*He scoffs, taking another sip of his coffee.* Don't play dumb. You know what I mean. The pregnancy.

I'm not faking of you thinking that.

*suddenly pulls back, taking another drink of his beer* So what else you got in this place? *walks past you to check the cabinets* I'm bored.

*watches him walk away, confused* O-oh... um, there's chips?

*shrugs* Chips work.

*I remain asleep, not noticing his touch*

*He pulls the covers away, exposing your bare shoulders. He leans in, his face close to yours*

I'M A FREAKING MINOR

*I chuckle* That's never stopped me before.

*kisses her hard*