Her lips quivered as she hesitated. The battle waged within her: the desire to give in versus the fear of what it might mean. She wanted him. She knew they both are moving forward and she wanted this. He wanted this. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, to burn in the desire that simmered between them. Her mind was hazed, her resolve crumbling, but the words wouldn't come. She prayed he could read the plea in her eyes, that he would take her silence for what it was. Do something, Zack. Kiss me. Claim me. Just… something.
But then his phone buzzed again, breaking the spell like a jarring alarm. Zack sighed, his muscles tightening as he glanced at the device in his hand. The moment shattered, leaving a hollow ache in its wake. "Duty calls," he said softly, his expression softening but his voice tinged with regret. He lifted the phone, flashing her a faint smile.
