Once parked in front of Anna's house, Zack kills the engine and helps her off the bike. "My sister, Haley, is having a friend over to study too. And my dad is probably already busy with dinner, so behave," Anna says with a soft smile. Zack's expression falls slightly at the mention of Anna's family being home, his playful demeanour shifting to something more cautious. "Your dad? Shit, I haven't talked to him since that time I accidentally dented his car with a baseball bat." He runs a hand through this hair nervously, glancing toward the front door of her house. "And you sister's friend? Does she know about us? Because I am not great at acting natural when I am thinking about getting you naked." Despite his complaints, there is a protective edge to his tone as he walks Anna up the porch steps. "Yeah, I think she knows," Anna says casually. His hand finds hers automatically, lacing their fingers together tightly. "Okay, rule number one: no touching unless we are alone. Rule number two: try not to look too fuckable so I can actually focus on these study notes," he whispers quickly before reaching for the doorknob.
"I could hold a bible if that would help," Anna said jokingly and opens the front door. Past the foyer is the living room with a sectional light blue sofa arranged in a wide U-shape which wraps around the centre of the room and is decorated by cream, dark green and patterned fabric throw pillows. In front of the sofa sits a low, rectangular coffee table with a pale stone surface, holding neatly stacked books and a shallow decorative bowl. Beneath the seating area lies a dark green soft, light-toned rug. Two cube-shaped ottomans in a yellow-green hue sit to the lefts and a small sculptural side table near the window holds a vase of Fresh yellow flowers. The walls feature classic wainscoting painted in a gentle grey and above the panelling there hangs framed abstract artworks. Tall windows with black frames line the wall, allowing ample natural light to flood the space. Anna's sister, Haley is sitting on the couch with her friend, Chloe. They are seated facing each other at an angle, with their legs comfortably intertwined on the couch, suggesting familiarity and ease. Haley has brown hair that is pulled back into a small bun and is dressed casually in a mustard-yellow button-up shirt layered over a light top, paired with light blue jeans and white sneakers. She is leaning slightly toward Chloe, smiling broadly, while her one hand plays with Chloe's hair. Chloe has long light-brown hair worn loosely and is wearing a soft pink short-sleeved T-shirt, light-coloured shorts, and white sneakers. Her posture is relaxed, leaning back slightly into the sofa while turning her upper body toward Haley. She is smiling and making direct eye contact. The scene is somehow very erotic. On the floor in front of the sofa is a young boy, Anna's youngest brother- Kyle- who is playing with his cars.
Zack's eyes immediately lock onto the scene in the living room, his jaw tightening as he takes in the sight of Haley playing with her friend's hair so intimately. The way Haley's fingers move through the other girl's strands, the proximity between them- it is clear there is more going on than just friendly study partners. "Fuck is that what I think it is?" he mutters under his breath, his grip on Anna's hand becoming possessive. His protective instincts kick in instantly, and he steps slightly in front of Anna as if shielding her from the sight. The thought of another girl touching someone he considers family in such a suggestive way makes his blood boil. "Your dad is okay with this?" Zack asks quietly, nodding toward the couch where Haley and her friend are completely absorbed in each other. Meanwhile, Kyle looks up from his cars on the floor and grins at them. "Dad does not know. He is pretty clueless," Anna whispers. Kyle jumps up from the floor. "Zack! Can I see your motorcycle?" Kyle asked excitedly. Haley glances in their direction, her expression laced with irritation. Zack's attention snaps from the suggestive scene on the couch to Anna's youngest brother, his expression softening instantly. The tension in his shoulders ease as he crouches down to Kyle's level. "Of course, you can, little man," he says with a genuine smile, ruffling Kyle's hair affectionately. "Come on, I will show you how to rev the engine." He stands up and winks at Anna over his shoulder. "Be right back. Got to teach your brother some important life skills." Without waiting for permission, Zack takes Kyle's hand and leads him out to the front porch where his motorcycle is parked. The sound of the engine roaring to life fills the quiet neighbourhoods as he demonstrates how to work the gears.
Inside, Haley glances up from her friend's hair long enough to roll her eyes at their interruption. "Great, now we have an audience," she said and rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, once he is done showing off to Kyle, we are going upstairs," Anna says casually. Haley nods satisfied. "Just close your bedroom door this time," Anna says lightly irritated. Haley ignores her and returns her attention to Chloe. Anna goes into the kitchen and informs her dad that she will be having a study session with Zack. He nods, more focused on the food his preparing than her. After a few minutes the roaring from outside quiets and Zack returns inside with Kyle. Kyle excitedly goes into the kitchen to tell his dad about the cool motorcycle. Haley's friend looks over at Zack ad her gaze roams over his body. "Hi, I am Chloe," she greets with a smile. Haley puts her hand on Chloe's thigh. "Don't talk to him," Haley says possessively. Chloe smiles at Haley's possessiveness and looks back at Haley. Zack's jaw tightens slightly at Chloe's bold introduction and Haley's possessive gesture. He can feel Anna's eyes on him, likely noticing how uncomfortable he is with the open display of affection between the two girls. "Chloe," he acknowledges with a curt nod, not bothering to offer his own name. his hand finds Anna's waist immediately, pulling her against his side in a clear claim of ownership. "We are going to study in Anna's room. We will be quiet, promise." The sarcastic edge in his voice is unmistakable, and he steers Anna toward the stairs without waiting for either girl to respond further.