An hour later, Max came back, feeling somewhat cooled off. She walked into the cabin. Logan was making spaghetti and Alec was watching TV. Max decided she shouldn't be around either of them while she was in heat, and so she went into her room to stretch out on the bed. She couldn't, though. Somebody had beat her to it.

"Zack?"

"Hey Maxie," Zack said quietly.

"What are you d-doing in here?" Max said, although she could feel control already slipping away.

"Just wondering if you needed any help."

"Help? W-With what?" Does he know?

"Is there anything at all I can help you with Maxie?"

She started to back toward the door. Zack sat up and grabbed her arm. "Max, I know what's going on. I can help you, more than Logan can. He can't do a thing! Let me help you Maxie." Max shook her head, but she was getting weaker and weaker.

Zack tugged gently on her arm and she sat down on the bed. She couldn't keep this up much longer, her body really wanted to but her mind knew she shouldn't. Unfortunately, her mind wasn't being loud enough in its objections.

Zack kissed her gently and, to his surprise, she didn't pull away. He kissed her again and she kissed back. He was about to go farther when the door opened and Logan walked in.



A/N: Evil cliffhangers…mwahaha…but I PROMISE I'll get the next chap up tomorrow. Doesn't this story suck? Why am I asking, all you ppl are too nice to be like, yea, it was crap, I would burn it if it was a flammable substance…anyway.