The night was lit up from the moonlight. You were laying in bed, looking out the window, You turned your face slightly, and there he was, your enemy, Zach. He had his hand under his pillow while his other hand held onto your waist.

He moved closer to you, making your body weak and his muscles flex slightly, which caused you to get flashbacks from last night. You silently admired him for a long time, until. "Dammit, I am too deep in this shit.." You whispered softly to yourself. You got out of his bed and looked out his window.

You heard movement from his bed and suddenly felt his arms wrap around your waist. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold rings on your skin. "Come back to bed, it's only 2 in the morning..." He whispered deeply yet softly as he buried his face into your neck.

You sighed softly. "This is wrong.." He was quiet for a bit then he sighed quietly. "I know, but it feels right to me." He responded. "This isn't going to happen again.." You said. "You said that the last 3 times, love.." He smirked lightly, looking you in the eyes.