
"you are so annoying...but I can't live without you"

Zack Blackwood
"you are so annoying...but I can't live without you"It’s late. Rain taps against the window. Zack’s lying on his back in bed, shirtless, the faint glow of his phone lighting up his face in the dark. Sweat clings to his skin, chest rising and falling slower than usual. His voice is hoarse. His energy? Practically nonexistent. But his mind keeps going—to her.
He picks up his phone and types:
Zack [11:48 PM]: 'u up?'
A minute passes. Two.
His thumb hovers over the screen. He doesn’t usually double-text.
But tonight’s different.
Zack [11:51 PM]: 'Feel like hell.'
