(AN: Ok...Ok.. you can kill me all you want. I promised a long chapter after this. Problem is...what happens next? Seriously, I don't know what to do! Should I switch to another POV or something? This writing is making me confused. LOLS Review if you have any suggestions! No seriously...review. Otherwise, you'll miss out on alot of good writing if I'm forced to end the story like this...)

Ok…Um… let's say…I didn't exactly cringe. I took 5 steps back and braced myself against the wall. My eyes were wide and fearful, and my mom was looking at me with the most terrifying expression I had ever seen her wear. That is, until she burst out laughing, doubling over, and clutching her stomach while she was lost in a fit of giggles. I looked up at Zach who was also grinning at me, but in his eyes, I could also see confusion. I hesitantly walked over to where my mom was, and patted her back, trying to stop the raucous laughter.

"Um…mom?" I asked her. She stopped laughing – finally – and looked up at me, her eyes twinkling. "Why are you laughing so hard?" Spy, or no spy, I had no idea why my mom would laugh like that.

"You should have seen the expression on your face. It was priceless!" She smiled and stroked my hair away from my eyes. "Honey, I was just trying to see how you were doing and I wanted to see how you would react if I walked in like that. Never would I have thought you would back away from me and look like a kid who just got cornered by a monster." I laughed at that and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks, mom. I love you. And don't worry about me. I'm doing fine and I have Zach here to help me in difficult times." I said, smiling. She nodded and glanced up at Zach, giving him a look. He nodded slightly.

"Well, I better be going now. Seems like you two were interrupted." She said, winking at me before disappearing out the door. I heard Zach snicker. Looking up at him, I undid the buttons on my jacket, and took it off, revealing a black tank top that hugged my curves in all the right places. I heard Zach give a small moan and smirked. I walked up to him, put my arms around his neck, and leaned in to kiss him. He eagerly wrapped his arms around my waist to hold me tighter to him. Just as we were about to kiss though, I pulled back.

"Gallagher Girl." Zach said sternly. I chuckled at the tone in his voice. "You are not going to do this to me anymore. No more of this teasing game." I smiled sweetly up at him.

"And what if I don't stop?" I questioned. My hands left his neck.

"Then you won't get to touch me ever again." He stated simply. Smirking, I slid my hands down his hard, chiselled chest to his growing bulge.

"Not likely." I whispered into his ear, "You want me too much to make me give up on you." I gave a quick hard squeeze, which made him groan and loosen up his arms. I wriggled out of his reach and walked out of the door, grabbing my jacket on the way. I have a feeling Zach was going to be in there for a long time.

(Kill me...suggestions, anyone?)