Damn it's been a hot minute since I updated this...but, well, this is a very special update because today is the one year anniversary of this story! Yeah, one year anniversary and it only had six chapters...that's my fault. Anyway, enjoy this extra long, plot filled mess!

#5: FISTING

Zed and Addison got off the Tunnel of Love, tired and giddy. The ride operator gave them a suspicious look, but they ignored him, walking down the steps and heading aimlessly through the carnival. Zed even slung his arm around her shoulders, both of them lust drunk.

After a few minutes, Addison asked, "Do you wanna go back to the dorms?"

"You want me to text Eric?"

"Nah. We can just call an Uber."

Zed smiled, leaning his head and resting on hers. "Yeah, let's go."

Addison giggled, pulling out her phone. Zed looked around the grounds, the two of them walking casually under the bright lights through the crowds. They could get a bite to eat while they waited. Zed mentally shook his head. Eating together was too…date like.

"Addison?" Someone called behind them, popping the bubble of the pure bliss.

They stopped and turned, Addison tensing. Then she slipped from under his arm, stepping forward as some short, angry, dark haired guy marched toward them. He stopped in front of them, arms crossed. His heart stopped because oh shit, this was Addison's super protective older cousin, campus legend, Bucky.

"Where the hell have you been all day! I've been calling you for hours and—" His eyes landed on Zed, his features scrunching together in disgust. "Who in the everliving fuck is he?"

Addison ignored his comments and said, "My phone is….dead. What are you doing here? You hate carnivals. How long have you been here?"

He pointed a finger at her and said, "Don't ignore my question. How long have you been with—" He looked Zed up and down again, squinting. "Green Bean, over here?"

Zed pursed his lips. "Ouch," he muttered.

"Well, Bucky, this is Zed," Addison said slowly. "And he is…um…my boyfriend."

Zed fought back his surprise. It's not like she could come up with any other excuse as to who he was or explain why he just had his arm around her. Still, being called her boyfriend…it made him oddly proud, which it shouldn't have. He wasn't her boyfriend. They were barely even friends. They were just college kids, hooking up and hanging out.

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Uh, yep. That's what I said. My boyfriend." Addison stumbled over her words, her hands fidgeting. In an attempt to save her, and also be close to her again, Zed threw his arm around her shoulder again.

"I'm Zed."

"I don't care," Bucky said. He turned his attention back to Addison and said, very ominously, "Enjoy this while it lasts, Baby Cousin."

He gave them one final glare and marched off, making sure to knock his shoulder into Zed's arm and shove him.

"He's rude," Zed muttered. How could such an asshole be even remotely related to Addison? Sure, she was a little intense and wild, but she was also really sweet and pretty caring, at least Zed thought so. Well he figured, since she always asked if he was okay with something. They didn't talk much outside of the whole arrangement.

Addison groaned and Zed glanced down at her. She had her face in her hands and muttered, "Shit shit shit!"

"What's wrong?" Zed asked. That all seemed to go over…well. Zed had heard some terrifying things about Bucky's wrath. That encounter was kind of a let down.

Addison lifted her head, her brows furrowed together. "He's gonna tell my parents!"

"What? Are you not allowed to have a boyfriend?"

"Zed! If my parents don't like you—and they won't—literally everything will be ruined! They're gonna make me move back home! I-I can't move back home!"

"What? Why would you have to go home?"

Addison sighed, shaking her head. "I'm from Seabrook. It's less than an hour away. I begged and pleaded with my parents to live in the dorms. And when they find out I've been fucking around with some football player, they'll stop paying my fucking lease and-and—" Her eyes were watering and Zed realized that she was genuinely freaking out about this, and he was the only one around who could comfort her.

He pulled her into his arms immediately. "Hey, calm down," he told her. "They won't make you go home."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do," Zed said. He pushed her back at arm's length, looking her in the eye, his hands on her shoulders. "I will pretend to be your boyfriend, and I'll win your parents over. Adults love me."

Addison let out a wet snort. She wiped her nose and pointed out, "You're an adult."

"That's not the point," he said. "Parents, coaches, teachers. They all love me. I'll just win your parents over with my quick wit and charming smile."

Addison rolled her eyes. Zed laughed, pulling her into his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders once more. "You wanna get some ice cream? Maybe some funnel cake? Food always makes me feel better."

"Of course it does, Fatass," she giggled under his arm. Zed led her to the cart, stopping in line.

"What do you want?" Zed asked her.

"I dunno," she said. "I can't eat a whole funnel cake by myself. Bucky would kill me if I did." Zed raised an eyebrow and she explained, "There's a weight requirement for cheer. Every two weeks. It's so fun." She rolled her eyes. "Next weight check is Monday."

"That's…awful."

"It's not that bad," Addison said. "It's usually just a range. Like, from ten pounds below your weight at the beginning of the season, and a pound more. It's not hard to maintain."

"If you're sure."

"Yes I'm sure, now buy me funnel cake, fake boyfriend."

They got their funnel cake and found a space on a mostly empty park's bench. Despite all the space, Addison sat directly in his lap, wiggling her ass against his crotch. He didn't mind much; he wasn't hard and he knew he wouldn't get hard for a little while longer. All that waiting and teasing had done numbers to his stamina. He let her play around, grinning at her amusement of the free ride.

"What do I need to know when your parents insist on meeting your super awesome 'boyfriend?'" Zed asked.

Addison tore off a piece of funnel cake and pushed it against his lips, making him chuckle. She was a little odd, but it was very endearing. He let her slip the piece in his mouth, closing his lips around her fingers, swirling his tongue around them. She laughed and he grinned, pride swelling within him. Her laugh made his heart flutter, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

"My dad is a cop and my mom is currently the mayor," Addison explained. "They've got a lot of power in Seabrook, and a lot of very important friends all around. If they don't like you…you could be out of a scholarship."

"…What?"

"My godfather is the director of athletics," Addison said. "My dad golfs with the university president. My mom got eighty percent of my graduating class to come here. And those are just our connections to the university. You wanna play pro?"

"Yeah…"

She shook her head. "My mom is running for governor next year and let's just say she has some…big connections in the NFL."

"Seriously?"

Addison nodded. "Where are you from?"

"Huh?"

"Where do your parents live?"

"Oh, um, California. Little town on the coast."

Addison raised an eyebrow. "That explains why you're so tan," she teased. "Do you surf?"

"I dabble. Not many waves over here."

Addison hummed. "Well, let's just say, they've got connections everywhere."

"Oh."

"You don't have to pretend. This isn't, like, your problem. It's mine."

"I got you into it."

Addison hummed, ripping off another piece of her funnel cake and popping it into her mouth. His eyes watched her lips get stained with the powdered sugar; flashes of her same perfect pink lips wrapped around his dick instead of her fingers, little driblets of cum staining them.

He was wrong, he could definitely get hard again, even after all the teasing and slow riding and the strong orgasm he had had mere minutes before.

"It's not fair, your entire life could be ruined. That'd be my fault." Addison pouted, her eyes falling to the ground. Zed's fingers twitched, compelled to lift her up and comfort her. But that was way too romantic, way too couple-like. They weren't dating. They weren't even officially fake dating yet.

He went for a joke instead. "Addison, I'm shocked you doubt my ability to be your fake boyfriend and win over your parents," Zed said.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. She started to speak, but her phone went off and both of them looked, an adorable picture is a scrawny blonde teen (probably Addison) with her face squished against a dark haired man, the caller labeled "Daddy."

Addison groaned and sighed, sliding her finger across. "Hi Daddy," she said in a bright voice. She'd never sounded so perfect and cheerful, not even when she was cheering. It was weird.

Zed leaned in, able to hear the other end of the call. "Princess, how have you been? How's school and cheer?"

"I'm good Daddy. I got an eighty eight on my midterm for English."

"That's great Baby!" Zed furrowed his brows because one, Addison had gotten a sixty seven on that paper. He knew because they'd had some intense angry sex after they both got their grades back. And two…okay he forgot his other points, his mind distractingly thinking back to that day.

"Yeah! And Bucky's got the team learning this really difficult new move, but I'm getting the hang of it. You should come to the game next week to see."

"We'll be sure to be there," her dad said. "But, I got a strange call from your cousin a few minutes ago. Said he saw you at the carnival with some boy."

"Well yeah," Addison said. "I've been on a few dates with him. We have some classes together. He's very nice."

The line is silent for a long moment. Zed rests his chin on her shoulder, his hands wrapping around her middle.

"I wanna meet him."

"Oh, I don't know Daddy. We're both in school and he's got football practice nearly everyday. And Bucky is really amping up our cheer practices. I don't know when we could go home—"

"You'll come tomorrow night. I'm sure you two won't be practicing on a Sunday."

Addison slouched against Zed. "Yes Daddy. What time?"

"Six thirty, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay Daddy. Bye. Love you."

"Love you too Princess."

Addison hung up and sighed, leaning back fully into Zed. "Tomorrow," she muttered. "Fucking hell. Fuck!"

Zed held her, albeit awkwardly, unsure if his hold on her was over the line. Fuck it, she needed some comfort and he was the only one who could give to her. They were in this together.

"Can we go back to your dorm?" Addison asked. "Will you…I really need to loosen up?"

Zed chuckled. Anytime she wanted to get eaten out, she could never say she wanted it. She always got flustered and embarrassed. It was odd, considering there were so many other things to be embarrassed about, yet the words 'eat me Zed' made her red and shy.

"What do you need exactly?" Zed teased.

"Zed," she whined. "You know." She twisted her fingers together, a pink flush creeping up her neck.

"I don't think I do."

"I would like…for you to, um, eat me. Please." She buried her face in her hands and Zed couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you wanna get fingered too?"

She nodded.

"You know at some point you'll have to coach me on how to win over your parents."

She lifted her head, turning in his lap. "Tomorrow. Can I stay at your place tonight? Then we can start bright and early."

"Yeah, eat your funnel cake though. I spent a whole four dollars on that."

"I bought the ride tickets! That was way more expensive!"

Zed laughed. "Okay, lets call it even."

"Even?"

Addison had been moaning in her sleep since he'd started, but Zed knew from the subtle twitch of her thighs that she was finally waking up. He grinned to himself, flicking his tongue over her clit one last time, then traveling down her legs. He started at her right knee, slowly kissing up her thigh.

The closer he got to her pussy, the more his teeth sank into her skin, biting her gently, soothing the teeth marks with his tongue. Addison moaned, her leg tensing under his slow attack while the other wrapped around his neck.

"Mhm," she moaned, "fuck me Chris Hemsworth."

Zed rolled his eyes. He bit her, hard, and she squealed, her hand swatting at him from above to covers. "You're gonna give me a fucking bruise!" He didn't let up and she tried to squirm away from him. "Stop! We have dinner tonight. I have cheer and my skirt is not that long."

He let her go, smirking and said, "Oh I know, it's a sexy ass skirt."

She pouted, letting out an annoyed huff. Zed took it as his cue, drifting to the dripping hot center between her legs. "I know you're pouting," he said. "You know what happens when you pout."

He popped up, the cover flying off. Addison looked at him with wide eyes, popping up on her elbows. "I'm not pouting, I swear!"

Zed raised an eyebrow. "I know you were pouting, Addison," he said. "You know that means."

Addison pouted. "Zeddy," she whined. She batted her eyes innocently, a stark contrast to her complete nudity. She always knew how to get him to cave.

"I'm gonna finger you, you can't stop me," he warned. "I bet, I can even squeeze my whole hand in."

She gaped at him. "I'm not loose! I happen to pride myself on my very intact vagina."

Zed chuckled. "Oh, I know," he said. "But, I also happen to know that I've been eating you out for like, an hour."

"An hour?"

"You came, like, four times."

"How the fuck did I not wake up?"

He shrugged, a knowing smile on his face. "Someone must've really tired you out last night. Had you screaming. Definitely getting a noise complaint."

Addison wrinkled her nose. "You're so mean to me," she complained half heartedly.

Zed ignored her, bringing his head back down between her legs. "You're very whiny today, Addison," he pointed out. "Someone oughta shut you up."

He pushed two fingers into her pussy, pulling a gasp from her lips. "Holy fuck," she moaned, falling back in his bed. "I love it when you do that."

Zed just chuckled. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her inner thigh, the slick taste of sweat and cum flooding his taste buds. He could eat her all day, ruining his bed so much even his mattress would have cum stains. Turning her brain to absolute goo with how often it would get flooded with pleasure.

He curled his fingers, letting them drag against her slick, tight walls. Addison whimpered. She pulled up her knee, opening her legs more for him. She was already wet and horny, her pussy dripping around his fingers. He slipped in a third finger without much trouble, pumping her tight cunt at a lazy pace that had her moaning softly above him.

Her fingers curled in his hair, directing him toward her pussy and dragging his tongue further along her thigh. He drank her juices that leaked around his fingers and she moaned appreciatively, pulling at his hair.

"Ready for more?"

"Yeah," she managed to say. "Zed…Zed, do you have more lube? Just in case?"

"Of course."

He withdrew his fingers and rubbed his pinkie between her dripping center, coating it in her juices. "Zed," she whimpered, thrusting against his small ministrations. He just grinned to himself.

He spread her legs apart further. He folded his fingers together in what some might call a duck mouth, pushing them together as tightly as possible, then slowly began pushing them into her wet, sucking hole. "Oh my god," she whimpered, his fingers slowly stretching her out. Her nails clawed at his scalp; he watched his fingers slide in, slow, steady, Addison breathing heavy.

He stopped just past his second knuckle and pulled out. He pushed back in a little more insistently, the ludicrous squelching of her cunt sucking his fingers in making his mouth water. Zed lifted off his free hand, fumbling around the bed for the bottle of lube he'd tossed on there when he first woke up. He popped the cap off and squeezed a generous amount on the parts of his hand that were left out of her pussy.

"I'm gonna go to…the last knuckle, okay?"

"Mhm," she mumbled.

"Tell me to stop," he reminded her, already pushing in further.

Addison moaned, loud and hard. Her fingers left his hair, and when he looked up, she had his pillow over her face, her moans muffled but loud. Her hips twitched, involuntarily squirming as he pushed into his third knuckle.

"There you go Baby," he muttered. "I'll just leave it like this for a bit, okay?"

"Mhm."

Her pussy spazzed around his fingers, her breathing coming out hot and heavy. Zed lifted his lips to her clit, nipping it slow and sweet like candy. Addison cried out, shaking and cumming hard. He pressed delicate kisses around her twitching cunt as she came down from her high, chuckling to himself.

"You still having fun, Adds?"

She pulled the pillow away and nodded. "Ye-yeah."

"You sure?"

"Mhm, yeah," she mumbled. "Fucking fist me already."

Zed chuckled, shaking his head. "Just be patient, I don't wanna hurt you," he said.

"Can…can you move your fingers aro—Ow, shit."

Zed stopped and looked up at her. "Slower?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

He rotated his fingers in a slow circle and she whined appreciatively, grabbing for his pillow again and muttering, "Yeah, just like that."

He turned his fingers, slow and steady, making her moan loudly into his pillow. He twisted his fingers for a while, small, side to side motions that had her panting and moaning. Her juices leaked around his fingers. He could feel her cunt pulling around his fingers and she slowly climbed back to orgasm.

"Addison," he called. "I'm gonna try something a little new, okay?"

She said something he didn't catch. Her curled his fingers, ever so slightly, and Addison cried out, shaking. The pillow fell off to the side and she grabbed his hair again, holding on tight as he finger fucked her, slow and hard.

"Zed, Ze-Zed," she whimpered. "Oh god, oh fuck, oh…"

She mumbled nonsensical words. Zed kept thrusting and turning his fingers in her pussy, watching with slight amazement as she came completely undone by him. "Hrngh…Cum. Cumming—cumming!" she cried out, her whole body shaking, cunt spazzing and twitched hard around his fingers, her juices flowing freely, spraying his sheets and face.

Holy shit. Did she just…holy shit.

Slowly, he pulled his hand from her pussy, lifting his eyes to her face and staring at her in shock.

She panted, slowly catching her breath, clearly exhausted. When she opened her eyes, she was confused to see him staring at her and not between her legs.

"What?" she asked. "Why are you…what's all over your face?"

"You just squirted."

"Wh…what? That's not a real thing."

"Addison, I just watched you squirt—all over my face. I'm pretty fucking sure it's real."

She blinked slowly. "R-really?"

Zed laughed. "Hell yeah, it was really hot."

And then she laughed, a little, tired chuckle. "I'm sorry, I've never, uh, done that…"

Zed made a show of licking his lips as he moved up to her face. "Very sexy, I hope you do it more," he whispered. "Can I kiss you?"

She nodded and he kissed her hard. Addison moaned, pulling back with a cheeky smile. "Oh my god, I kinda…oh my god, is this how it feels when we make out after I blow you?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"I kinda love it." She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again.

It only lasted a few minutes, before Addison dramatically licked his cheek, giggling. "I mean, it tastes weird, but like…"

"You fucking squirted," he said. He rolled off of her, way too giddy and happy, and laid beside her. "It was fucking awesome. The whole thing—I almost had my whole hand in there. And—you squirted!"

Addison giggled, turning to face him, curling against his side with a leg thrown over his. She reached for his hard dick, stroking him slowly. "It was so hot," he said again. "Kinda wish we got it for the good ole archives."

Addison laughed for a moment, then froze. "Shit!" she shrieked. "Zed! We have so much porn in our messages."

"Uh, yeah?"

"My parents are going to go through my phone," she said. "They're gonna kill me if they see that! They're going to murder you! Oh my god, we're so fucked!"

Zed winced, "Okay, stop shouting and please let go of my dick."

"Sorry."

"And-and we're not! We can delete the texts, easy peasy."

She nodded slowly. "Ye-yeah. Easy peasy." She swallowed thickly. "But…but then we won't have any texts. We talk about sex a lot, and-and—shit, they'll know, they'll know!"

Zed places a hand on her shoulder. "They won't, Addison," he told her. "We'll think of something."

"But—"

"No, we'll think of something," he assured her. "I—I might have an idea."

Across campus, Madison Hall, third floor. Zed knocked insistently, purposely annoying his best friend and her roommates until he heard her call, "I'm coming, dick!"

He grinned, glancing down at Addison who gave him a worried smile. The door opened and his grumpy, green haired best friend glared up at him. "What the fuck is your problem, Asshole," she ranted. "You don't call me for weeks and have the nerve to beg for a favor. Go away!"

"Nice to see you too, E," Zed greeted. "Let us in."

Eliza's eyebrows perked up at the mention of 'us.' Her eyes fitted to Addison beside him, shock clear on her face. "Who's the chick?" Eliza asked.

"Can we come inside or not? It's kind of an emergency."

"Fine, fine."

Eliza walked back in, letting them follow her back to her room. She took up residence on her bed, kicking aside some notebooks and pushing her laptop away. Zed pointed Addison to the only other chair at the desk, closing the door and leaning back against it. Addison went, albeit stiffly, and slowly sat, wincing.

"Addison, meet my friend Eliza," Zed said. "Eliza, this is Addison."

"Hello Addison," Eliza said slowly. "Why are you both here?" Her face crinkled in disgust. "It better not be some weird lesbian shit Zed or I swear to god I'll kill you."

"What! No!"

Eliza relaxed, then looked between the two expectantly. "Okay, so we—me and Addison—have been fucking for a while," Zed said. "And it was all going really great, but her cousin—cheer captain—found out and to keep us both out of trouble we lied and said we were dating."

"Lying is good," Eliza said sarcastically.

"Her cousin told her parents, who are now insisting on meeting me," Zed said. "Which is all fine and good. But…they're gonna go through her phone when we get there—"

Eliza fixed Addison a confused look. "Aren't you, like, nineteen? And your parents check your phone?"

"They pay for it, they can see it. It's a dumb rule, I know. But that's not the point."

"Yeah," Zed agreed. "The point is that they will definitely kill me when they see our less than user friendly messages."

"Oh."

"I just need like, my entire phone cleared by tonight," Addison interjected. "And, hopefully, if you can, make some fake, not dirty messages between us? Unless that's too much to ask."

"Addison, Sweetheart, I've been making fake texts since I was thirteen. I got this." Eliza grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "And, if you want, come back here tomorrow and I'll put your real texts back."

"Really?"

Eliza nodded. "Yeah. Toss it this way."

Addison grinned and tossed her phone onto the bed. She gave Eliza her password and Eliza got to work, doing some lame computer stuff that Zed didn't care about.

He just focused on the blonde who twisted around in the chair to look up at him with a wide smile. "Maybe this can really work!" she beamed. He pushed off the door and leaned down to connect their lips. She was surprised but Zed pulled back before either could think about it too much.

"Of course it'll work! Eliza's the best with fooling parents on the electronics front and I know just how to win over any adult." he stated proudly. Addison scoffed.

"We're about to put your cocky words to the test 'cause you've never met anyone like my parents before," she said, mood down shifting just at the mention of her parents.

Zed slid around the side of the chair until he was directly in front of her, kneeling down to be at eye level with the beauty. "We're gonna make this work, Addy. Just trust me," he whispered low enough the Eliza wouldn't hear, even if she wasn't completely engrossed in wiping the cell phone in front of her.

Addison's face softened. "I do trust you," she said. Zed's face broke out in a smile that quickly dropped.

Eliza shrieked, pushing her computer away and covering her face. "Holy shit I just saw dick! Oh shit!" she screamed. "Oh my god. Why didn't you warn me?!"

Zed's eyes went wide and he ran across the room, looking at her screen. "Oh shit sorry!" he exclaimed. His eyes scanned for the minimize button and he fiddled with the mouse. The picture started moving and, yep, it was that great, great video from the gym.

She peaked through her fingers and squeaked—literally squealed, a high strange sound she'd never made before. "It's a video it's a fucking video oh my god oh my god. Zed!"

"I'm trying!" He managed to hit pause and minimize all at once, breathing a sigh of relief. "It's stopped and it's small," he told Eliza.

She dropped her hands from her face and glared at him. "You didn't tell me there were videos of you fucking!"

"I forgot!" he cried defensively. "Oh, but…" He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a nervous chuckle. "There's more. Like, a lot. Not necessarily videos but…" The heat spread over his cheeks and he looked away. "You will see a lot more of me than you ever wanted to see."

Eliza swallowed audibly. "Zed."

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna need a break from this friendship for a bit."

He nodded. "Yeah I…totally understand."

"I should charge you. Five bucks for every nude I see. It'll help fund the therapy I'll need." Zed glanced at her, a shaky chuckle breaking free, shaking his head.

"I'll go broke before you get through all the messages."

Eliza groaned, laying back against her bed. "You're lucky I love you," she grumbled.

Zed chuckled, going back and sitting on the floor in front of Addison. She had her knees drawn up and her face buried in her hands, her skin pink and red, hair fanning around her face.

"This is so embarrassing," she muttered. Zed tilted his head. They had literally fucked in public twice in one day. The things that embarrassed her were so strange.

He tapped her knees and gently tugged her down until she had crawled in his lap, curling against him. "It's just Eliza. You don't need to feel embarrassed Addy." he assured.

The techie made an offended noise from across the room but her eyes stayed glued to the screen and fingers never stopped tapping the keys of her laptop.

"'Just Eliza' he says. 'You're my best friend' he says." She grumbled. "Geez I'm never doing anything for you ever again."

Both Zed and Addison laughed, the mood of the room lightened.

"We're so fucked." Addison managed through her laughter. Zed sighed, though the smile is still lighting up his face.

"Maybe, but at least we're fucked together!" He joked. The puking noise Eliza made instantly made the two burst into laughter once again. When they settled down, Addison wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his.

"You really are amazing, you know that?" She whispered just for him. He smiled his wide dazzling smile as he looked in her eyes.

The air was thick between them. He shouldn't want to kiss her so badly. She was just grateful he was willing to pretend to be her boyfriend so her parents wouldn't force her to move back home. Definitely not being flirty with him. Definitely not.

"And done!" Eliza announced, causing the two to separate enough to look over at her triumphant smile. "So Blondie, anything else incriminating you want cleared before I disconnect?" She asked.

"Actually, if it's not too much trouble, could you go through my friend Bree's messages? I... may tell her some of the spicy details. She is my best friend after all." Addison blushed. Zed chuckled and grabbed her hand for a light squeeze of reassurance.

"Easy. Do you want the dirty details just removed? Or changed? Either way is pretty simple." Eliza offered.

"Can you just make them sound, oh I don't know, like I'm, in love with him? Like how girls gush about their new boyfriends?" She quickly covered the phrase.

Zed's face heated up, his heart pounding from hearing her say that. He needed to calm down. She was most definitely not in love with him. She needed the cover up. They are fuckbuddies. Nothing more.

Eliza hummed and got to work. Only a few minutes later, a few minutes of awkward silence between the two of them mind you, Eliza finished up. She let Addison check over her work, earning a big hug from the cheerleader that she, oddly enough, didn't really mind from how much she seemed to appreciate her.

Even if she'd seen way more of her and her friend than she'd have liked.