Zed waved at Addison and watched her drive off until he couldn't make out her car in the darkness. Then, he turned on his heels and hurried home. As he made his way down the familiar streets, he couldn't help but notice the differences between Seabrook and Zombietown. Seabrook's roads were smooth and even, bordered by brightly glowing streetlights. In contrast, Zombietown's roads were uneven, covered in potholes, part asphalt and part dirt roads and the few streetlights they had were flickering intermittently.

Houses more than made up for the lack of lights, however. Most of them draped with strings of fairy lights. Zed felt perfectly safe and at home walking through Zombietown, even late at night. The streets of Seabrook, now, he didn't trust those a single bit, not even in broad daylight. Walking through Seabrook always left him feeling uneasy. After twenty minutes of walking, Zed finally turned the corner onto his street. With a surge of energy, Zed lightly jogged to his house, all but jumping the three steps to his front door.

He pushed open the door, welcoming the warmth and absentmindedly closing the door with his foot. He shouted a hello, letting his father and little sister know he was back. Predictably, Zoey ran down the stairs and jumped in his arms, causing Zed to momentarily loose his balance. With a grace learnt from years of football, Zed managed to keep steady and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Zoey was constantly getting bigger, and it seemed worse now that weeks went by without seeing her. His sister still wasn't letting go and as much as he wanted to tease her, Zed knew – with her being almost twelve and all – that the days of her being so openly affectionate were numbered.

"Hey Zozo!" He greeted her.
"I was at Raiza last night and you were gone by the time I came home today. You just got back last night! Where have you been?" She complained from the crook of his neck where she was hiding her face.

Zed paused; while he'd known he would see Zoey that night, it hadn't been very fair to keep her in the dark about it. His dad had been telling him how excited she was to have him home for Christmas. Then there was the whole Addison situation. On one hand, he couldn't tell her the truth and risk her accidentally telling their dad. On the other hand, Zed was scared that Zoey would get attached to Addison and get hurt. Zoey and he were so similar sometimes and he was certain she would love Addison. She'd probably be just as heartbroken once him and Addison broke up. Zed didn't think that Addison would hold anything against Zoey, she'd probably be friends with his sister even if they didn't talk anymore. His dad would probably play along and pass Addison as his friend. It really all came down to his faith in Addison.

"I'm sorry Zoey. I can explain, but it's a big news."

Zoey raised her head from his neck and looked at him, tilting her head to the side in a gesture he knew she got from him.

"Here's the thing, I have a girlfriend."
"Beatriz?"

Zoey frowned and wrinkled her nose. Zed couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips. If Eliza had disliked Beatriz, Zoey had hated her. They had met once or twice, and it had been an instant disaster. If he was being honest with himself, it had played a role in his break-up. Zoey was such an important part of his life, and he couldn't spend the rest of his life picking sides especially not between an almost adult and a ten-year-old little girl.

"Nah! It's someone new. I met her at school."
"Oh! What's her name?"
"Addison."
"Doesn't sound like a zombie name." Zoey mused.
"Because it's not. She's human."
"Whoa!" She took the information in stride, seemingly unaffected by something Zed was world-changing news. "Is she pretty?"
"The prettiest after you!"
"Zeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed! Wait! Does she like cheerleading?"
"She's the best one on the squad!" He bragged.

The answering squeal could have broken his eardrum if he hadn't already been used to his sister's antics.

"I got to meet her!"
"Tomorrow!"

Zoey wiggled to get Zed to put her down before running off, claiming she had to practice her cheer moves. Zed chuckled and moved to finally take his coat off when he noticed his dad standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a strange look on his face.

"Hey, son."
"Hey, dad. Everything okay?"
"You're really good with her. Reminded me of your mom."

Zed's throat felt too tight to speak. Both men stayed silent, honoring for a few instants the memory of the woman they lost. Zed's dad finally cleared his throat.

"Tomorrow, huh?"
"Yeah. That still okay?"
"Of course! Your sister is excited and I'm pretty curious about that girl myself."

Zed hummed distractedly; now that Zoey wasn't distracting him, it seemed the cold was back. He shivered, causing Zevon to narrow his eyes at him.

"How long were you out in the cold?" He asked, already moving to the couch to throw Zed the blanket laid on its arm.
"Most of the day, but I'm fine I swear." Zed tried to reason with his dad.

Not that it worked as Zevon locked his eyes on him with a stare that made him feel all of five years old. His dad ordered him to sit on the couch and headed to the kitchen, his lecture on zombie biology only slightly interrupted by mutterings about stupidity, youth, and tea. 20 years of Zevon's mother-hen tendencies had taught Zed that moving from his spot on the couch would only be counterproductive. Instead, he curled up on the couch, sitting on his feet to warm them, the blanket wrapped tightly around himself. Zevon came back with a large steaming mug that he pushed into his sons' hands.

"You shouldn't have stayed outside so long." Zevon lectured. "Or you should have told someone you needed to warm up at least."
"Now you sound just like Addison."

Zed rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of tea. He enjoyed the warmth settling slowly through his body. Maybe his dad wasn't wrong about tea. Zed looked back to his father and noticed the unreadable expression on his face.

"What?"
"I sound like Addison?"
"Yeah." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "She read me riot act in the car for not telling her, even as she cranked up the heat."
"She knew about cold and zombies and still let it get that bad." Zevon complained.
"NO! Jeez dad! She didn't know, okay! She noticed I was cold and wouldn't take 'It's a zombie thing' for an answer. Once she knew, she got me out of there and drove me to the barrier." Zed defended Addison.
"Oh!"
"She's a truly good person dad."
"Yeah. I'm starting to see that." He conceded with a new-found respect for the girl. Anyone who took care of his kids was a good person in his book. "How did it go with her parents?"

Zed huffed.

"That bad, huh?"

For a short instant, Zed debated telling his dad about whose daughter Addison actually was, but one lecture was enough for the night. He would have to be told eventually, but not yet.

"Turns out her father is part of the Z-patrol. At least he didn't arrest me."

While Zed was ready to omit a number of things : not really dating Addison, her dad in charge of the Z-patrol; he couldn't outright lie to his dad. His dad let out an impressed whistle.

"And her mom?"
"Polite to a fault. Very Seabrook."
"I see. You must really like this girl, son."
"I do," Zed replied entirely truthfully. "Why?"
"You have to. Only reason to put yourself through this, ain't it? She must be something else! Guess I'll see for myself tomorrow."

With that, Zevon clapped his hand on his son's knee before leaving Zed with his thoughts. Zed couldn't help but think his dad was right. Zed took pride in being different; he was proud to be a zombie, proud of Zombietown, proud of his friends and family, proud of his heritage. He would lead by actions rather than words like Eliza did, but he also wouldn't usually let people walk all over him like Addison's parents did; at least, not anymore. If it weren't from her, he wouldn't have put himself trough any of it. Addison really was something else. He just wasn't sure what exactly.

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For as long as Addison could remember, Sundays meant brunches with her parents at the country club. She had rarely missed one when she lived at home unless cheerleading was involved. That morning, she didn't even bother getting dressed, her eyes were red and puffy, her head was throbbing and there was no way she was sitting with her parents for a couple hours, being polite and making nice with their friends. She had the perfect excuse of meeting up with Zed anyways. Armed with that knowledge, she walked down the stairs in her pajamas, heading straight to the refrigerator for the orange juice's jug. Her mother, dressed in one of her Sunday's dresses instead of her usual skirt suit – pastel pink of course – took one look at her, pursing her lips. Addison thought for sure she'd say something when her father walked in the kitchen. He had ditched the grey suit he usually wore at work and was wearing a light blue one, the pink tie matching her mother's outfit. He took one look at Addison and turned to his wife, hurrying her along. Addison was grateful for it, even though it stung that neither of her parents had spoken to her.

She shook her head, she didn't have time for her parents' antics. Those would be dealt with eventually; of that, she was certain. However, she was meeting Zed's family today and she couldn't let herself be distracted. Zed had played his role perfectly the day before and she would too. She owed him that much.

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Addison stood in front of her closet. What was she supposed to wear the first time she met her zombie boyfriend's family? Fake-boyfriend, she had to remind herself. She sighed. Zed had only seen her in her cheer uniform and the Seabrook outfits of pastels. Well and that awful hoodie that first week after Thanksgiving. She couldn't wear her cheer uniform and she didn't believe the pastels colors were considered proper attire Zombietown; it would undoubtedly make her stick out like a sore thumb, ridiculous even. She resisted the urge to stomp her foot as she looked at herself in the mirror : pink jacket, pink pants, white and pink striped shirt. She was a living, breathing Seabrook ad. She looked plain.

As foolish as it sounded, she wanted to look pretty for Zed. She was tired of trying to fit in with the crowd. The thought reminded her of something that might just worked. Just before the start of their freshman year, Addison and Bree had gone shopping to escape the heat of the summer. Bree had managed to talk Addison into buying a brand new outfit for college. Of course, she'd chickened out and had hidden it her childhood bedroom, never even bringing it to her dorm. Glad cheerleading kept her in shape, she dug out the outfit from a box at the far back of her closet and put it on. Addison couldn't contain the giggle that escaped her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror. That was it!

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Addison and Zed had went back and forth on where to meet this time. Addison had won after she asked him if he really thought that it would be unsafe for her to walk through Zombietown in broad daylight rather than wanting to avoid her the inconvenience or the discomfort of being a human out of Seabrook. Zed had stuttered and she was certain he would have blushed if he physically could. He had relented and agreed to let her walk to his house, providing incredibly detailed instructions for her to get there. She thought he was overdoing it a little, but she'd let him worry; it was kind of cute, especially since she had a feeling Zed was worrying over nothing.

Addison slipped on her coat, grabbed pair of mittens, and headed out. She had quite a bit of walking to do and it was sure to take her longer than it would Zed on account of her shorter legs. Walking through Seabrook with her hair uncovered gathered Addison many pointed looks and glares. How dared she be different? Addison speeded up, anxious to escape the stares.

Sooner than she thought, she was standing in front of the barrier, she slowed down to take a deep breath. She could do this! Even though she felt like they were etched in her memory, she pulled her phone out to look at the directions once more before she took her first steps on the other side of the wall. As she walked through the streets of Zombietown, Addison attracted yet again some looks. She even saw a few zombies do a double-take as they realized she was human. She expected more glares and pointed stares, but for the most part, they would send her a nervous smile and go on their way. It was unsettling to say the least, but it boosted her confidence a little. She finally made it to a light teal door clearly marked as Z-224a. She climbed the three steps and knocked.

Zed had been pacing the floor for the last hour, maybe more than that. Ok definitely more than that. But this was important! Addison was meeting his family today. He didn't know whether he was more worried about them liking her or her liking them. Oh Z! What if she decided they were freaks and didn't want anything to do with him anymore. He had to keep breathing, he told himself; hyperventilating would be too embarrassing.

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From his spot at the kitchen table, Zevon had to hold in his laughter. He'd never seen Zed this nervous before; not before he opened his college admission letter, not when he tried out for the varsity football team and not even before his first football game on said team. His son had always rolled with punches; to see him this frazzled was a little bit worrying, but mostly amusing. Afterall, if the girl had introduced Zed to her parents, she had to like him at least a little bit. What was Zed worrying about? Zevon had a feeling he was going to like this girl. Watching Zed run his hand one more in his hair, making it an even bigger mess than it already was, Zevon still hoped she showed up sooner rather than later. Thankfully, three knocks on the door were heard.

Zed turned to the door like a deer caught in headlights. Addison was here, at his house, in Zombietown. He took a deep breath and headed to the door; he couldn't leave her waiting. Zed opened the door and was relieved to see Addison there – it could have been someone else, really. She was wearing a soft wool coat in the perfect Seabrook shade of blue that should have made her blend in, but her white hair made her stood out. He loved it. He finally noticed her pink cheeks and became flustered; he was making her stand in the cold.

"Hey Addie! Sorry about that. Made it okay?" He babbled.
"Hello, Zed. And yes, I was able to find your house very easily. Someone gave me very detailed instructions." Addison teased him.
"Well it is your first time in Zombietown. Wouldn't want you to get lost, now, would we? Here, give me your coat."
"Oh! Yeah, thanks, hang on."

As Addison took off her coat, Zed had to remind himself of three things: breathe, close your mouth and, for the love of Z, don't fucking drool. Underneath her very Seabrook coat, her outfit was everything but. She wore a pair of dark grey jeans and a Moroccan blue knit sweater. Zed thought she looked beautiful at all times; but in that color palette, so different than her usual, she was gorgeous. A treacherous part of Zed's brain wondered how she'd looked dressed in zombie colours. That particular train of thought was stirring parts of Zed that were better off laying low. He guessed it was a fourth thing to remind himself.

"Zed?" Addison murmured, tugging at the long sleeves of her sweater; maybe she chose wrong, maybe she should have stuck to her usual wardrobe. "Is this okay?"

"YES! I mean… you look amazing, Addie!"
"Thanks!" Addison blushed furiously; Zed thought she looked pretty!
"Very…" He started, unsure how to say it without insulting her.
"Not Seabrook?"
"Yeah… Not like you either… Not that I know you that well."
"I bought it a while back. I never dared to wear it before, too different. Figured with my hair, might as well try it out." Addison explained, though still unsured why she did it.
"Well, it think it suits you." Zed said with a smile. "Come on, time to meet my family!"

Addison smiled in agreement, her hand searching his for support. He laced their fingers together and tugged her down the hallway to the kitchen. His dad was sitting patiently in his usual spot, but Zoey was practically vibrating in her chair, trying to stay in place but obviously failing.

"Dad, Zoey, this is Addison. Addie, this is my dad, Zevon and my little sister, Zoey."
"It's really nice to meet you both." Addison said, smiling at them.

Zoey took that as a sign to jump off her seat and stand in front of Addison.

"I love your hair! Zed says you're a cheerleader! I want to be a cheerleader too!"
"Thank you, I like your hair too. I am a cheerleader! That's how I met your brother. Would you like me to teach you some moves?" Addison offered, bending at the waist to be eye to eye with the little girl.

Zoey squealed loudly and threw her arms around Addison's neck. Taken off guard, it took her a few seconds to return the embrace, but Addison wrapped her arms around the little girl. It couldn't have been more than a 15 second hug, but it filled Addison with warmth. She didn't think she'd ever been as carefree in her affection as Zoey, even younger than the little girl was; it was something she was grateful Zoey had. Letting Addison go, Zoey turned to her brother.

"Can Addison show me now?"
"Sorry, Zozo. But we have to get to the market now." Zed reminded her.
"Not fair! I'll go and get ready then."

Zoey pouted and stomped her feet all the way up the stairs to her room. Addison had to contain her laughter. She turned around to see Zed and Zevon with the same expression on their face.

"She does that a lot." Zevon explained with a smile. "We have at least twenty minutes before she'll come back down. I fear the day she'll actually become a teenager. So Addison… Zed hasn't told me much about the two of you."

Zed and Addison exchanged a quick look, but it was Addison who took the lead.

"Zed told you I'm a cheerleader, right? So we've seen each other on the field since like freshman year, but I was too shy to talk to him and then I had a boyfriend… I noticed him on the first class of my Tuesday morning lecture this semester."
"You did?" Zed interrupted her.
"Well, yes." She admitted. "And then there was this horrible morning, and I was late and tired and nothing was going okay. My usual seat was taken, so I ended up sitting next to Zed. He bought me a coffee."
"Salted caramel latte." Zed reminisced.

Addison grinned at him; of course he remembered, it was now her usual.

"You'd know" She teased him. "It became my seat and we started talking. Thanksgiving was kind rough for me and Zed was just there, being nice and treating me like always. Even though I'd just broken things off with my boyfriend, I said yes when he asked me out on a date. Best decision I ever made."

Addison stared right at Zed as she said those words, knowing that she had never believed in anything more than these words.

Zed couldn't tore his eyes away from Addison, transfixed by her soft smile and the playfulness in her voice.

Zevon was observing the two of them; both of them almost old enough to be considered adults, but in reality two teenagers. The way they bantered with each other, not even realizing how they were leaning towards one another, almost touching by now; Zevon knew that look on his son's face, he would recognize it anywhere. Zed was in love with Addison. Zevon wondered if Zed knew it yet.

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"Alright, mister. Where are we going?" Addison asked, pouting.

The four of them had been walking for a while now, but all three zombies had refused to tell her where they were heading, claiming that the surprise would be well worth it. She'd been trying to get it out of Zed to no avail. They finally stopped near what appeared to be an abandoned building, though they weren't the only ones there. Addison turned to Zed, her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised. He chuckled and offered her a hand. Addison rolled her eyes but let herself be lead inside. As they walked inside and Addison took in the sights, she felt her mouth dropped. Zed stood behind her, so close she could feel her heartbeat quickens.

"Us zoombies, we're not too fond of the cold. Welcome to our Christmas market, Addie!" Zed whispered in her ear.

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Addison was having the time of her life. Everything around her was either handmade and/or repurposed. From Christmas decorations to everyday items, everything was beautiful; everything was perfectly imperfect. Zoey kept pulling Addison from one stall to another, pointing excitedly at a new trinket every time. At some point, Zevon took pity on her, sending Zoey off with a friend of hers.

"Sorry about that! She's an handful, that one." Zevon apologized.
"No worries, Mr. Necrodopolis. She's adorable." Addison replied fondly.
"Addison, please. Call me Zevon!"
"Thank you, Zevon."

Addison smiled at him, but then caught Zed's eye and beamed at him. Zevon rolled his eyes, young love.

"Alright lovebirds, scram!"
"Thanks dad!" Zed cheered enthusiastically, clapping his dad on the shoulder.

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Addison and Zed kept walking around, going from stall to stall leisurely now that they were alone. Zed had his arm around her shoulders, blaming the fact that it would be weird if they didn't look like a couple. Addison wasn't complaining. The entire place was busy, but not too loud which Addison was grateful for when Zed finally decided to speak.

"Good thinking earlier."
"Huh?"
"The story, about noticing me that first day of class." Zed said self-consciously; there was no she had noticed him, but it was a great story.
"Oh! Yeah…" Addison forced out a chuckle; it hadn't been a story. She had noticed him, she hoped he had too, but clearly she'd been getting her hopes up for nothing.
"Dad likes you, by the way."
"Really?" Addison perked up.
"Yeah. He never told my ex to call him by his first name and we dated for months."

Something primal woke in Addison at his words; she didn't know who that girl was, but she was glad to have achieved something she hadn't.

"At least one of our families is buying this." She replied.
"Please, if your parents didn't buy it; they wouldn't be this annoyed." Zed protested, winking at her.
"Well, I'm sorry my parents aren't as nice as your dad. He's great!"
"Don't sweat it!"

Addison was about to protest when something caught her eye. She moved away from Zed, dislodging the arm around her. Zed frowned and followed her to a table. He smiled as he saw what she was looking at; stepping up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist before dropping his chin on top of her head. Addison smiled, basking in the sensation of his hug before turning her attention back to the table and running her fingers on the scarf in front of her. It was a cable knitted scarf. Made of chunky soft wool, it was mostly dark green with the exception of one out of three twists knitted in a deep burgundy colour. It was beautiful and Addison didn't hesitate to tell the zombie woman at the table.

"You should get it." Zed told her. "You're allowed to spoil yourself you know."
"I was thinking of getting it actually, but as a gift."

Zed frowned. Who could she possibly offer this to? He didn't think anyone in her family would welcome a scarf in zombies' colours.

Addison turned her head to look at him, playfully teasing him with her eyes.

"For you, silly."
"Me?!" Zed said, confused.
"You never wear one. My family still has plenty of outdoor activities planned. I don't want you to get cold again." It was Addison's turn to frown; she'd been worried about that ever since he told her.
"But you love it. You have to keep it!" He protested.

The seller cleared her throat, effectively catching their attention.

"It's part of a set." She explained, pulling a second one out from under the table. It was a perfect mirror of the first one, deep burgundy with a hint of dark green. "Two for one."

Addison started to protest, fully intending to pay for both when the woman stopped her with a look.

"I made them as a matching set. Can't think of a better couple to match."

Addison face pinked up again, she guessed they were selling their relationship better than she thought. When she agreed to get them both, Zed tried to pay for half. In the end, Addison paid, arguing that Zed could get her something to eat later. They both profusely thanked the woman, scarves carefully folded in a bag as they left the booth. Zed grabbed Addison's hand, bringing it to his lips to place a tender kiss on her knuckles. She could feel her heart racing, so fast she thought it would beat out of her chest. He was going to be the death of her.

"Thank you for the scarf, Addie."

Out of breath, all she could do was hum, hoping he'd understand. They would have stayed there for the longest time, eyes locked together, if not for someone bumping in the two of them. Both Zed and Addison turned around, Zed getting smacked in the face by a handful of green leaves. Bringing her hand up to push the leaves out of the way, Addison recognized them instantly. Mistletoe. She took a big step back, freaked out.

Zed finally managed to spit out the greenery and turned to look at Addison. Panic was clearly written all over her face. He frowned until he finally connected the dots.

"Go away!" He growled, pushing away the teenager who was holding mistletoe on the top of a stick.
"Dude! Chill!" The kid protested.

A deep warning growl got the better of the teenager who all but ran down an aisle. Addison was still standing there, obviously still panicking. Zed felt like a dagger had just gone through his heart; was the idea of kissing him so awful to her? No matter how much it hurt, he couldn't just leave her to her panicked state. Sighing, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him, surprised she let him. Before long, they were in an deserted hallway.

"Breathe, Addie."
"I'm sooo sorry!"

Addison broke away from his hold and leaned against the wall.

"What happened?" Zed asked, respectfully staying where he was standing. As much as he wanted to comfort her, he wasn't going to crowd her.
"Mistletoe."
"Would kissing me be that bad?" Zed finally whispered after moments of silence.
"NO! No, no, no! That's not it at all! I just... I just freaked out cause I've only kissed one guy before." Addison admitted, hands curling around her midsection.
"Your ex?"
"Warner." She nodded.
"You guys dated for a while, right? You must have kissed more than once or twice." Zed teased her.
"Mostly closed-mouth kisses. I… He said…" Addison trailed off, crestfallen and blushing fiercely.
"Addie? What did he say?"

Zed had taken a few steps closer without her noticing. She couldn't hold his gaze, so she kept her eyes firmly stuck on her boots. She'd never repeated Warner's words to anyone, and she wasn't about to tell them to the guy she was crushing on.

"Addie?"

Addison felt the tip of his fingers touch her shoulder lightly. She mumbled the words before she knew what happened. When Zed pleaded with her to repeat herself, she took a deep breath and force herself to speak clearly.

"He said I was a bad kisser."

Zed couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. Insulted, Addison shrugged her shoulders, effectively cutting herself from his touch.

"Sorry, I just can't believe it. Look at you, Addie. You're perfect!"

He paused. This was a terrible idea. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to suggest it to her; she was probably going to punch him in the face or something. The optimistically hopeful part of him won out and he made his offer.

"We could practice? I'm sure he was wrong, Addison, but that way if we get anymore mistletoe mishaps, there won't be any surprises?"

Finally, Addison finally looked up at him. She was searching his face, he knew it; he didn't know what exactly she was looking for, but she must have found it because she nodded. Zed blew a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.

"We can stop anytime you want, alright?"

Addison nodded firmly. Taking in a breath to steady himself, Zed raised a hand to Addison's cheek, hoping it wasn't trembling with nervosity. He caressed her face with his thumb, revelling in how soft and warm her skin was against his own. Slowly as to allow her to stop if she changed her mind, he closed the gap between the two of them… and finally pressed his lips to Addison's.

Her first thought was how soft and pliable his lips were against her own. They were cool, but not as cold as she thought they'd be, like cool water in the height of summer: refreshing. Addison was surrounded by his scent, sharp, a little dusty and something inherently Zed. The unexpected attack on her senses caused her to moan lightly.

Zed resisted the urge to growl as he heard Addison's soft moan; instead, he lightly nibbled on her bottom lip. The resulting gasp allowed him to slip his tongue through her parted lips.

Fire erupted inside Addison; she stood on the tips of her toes, one hand finding the short hair at the back of Zed's neck and the other sneaking inside his open coat to clench at the fabric of his shirt. She pressed herself against Zed, little gasps and moans flowing down her lips.

Zed could feel his Z-band, heavy on his wrist, sending extra pulses to try and settle him down. Addison's scent was like a drug, one his zombie side couldn't get enough. Both of his sides, if he was honest. When she finally moved, grasping at him like her life depended on it, he responded in turn. He brought his free arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, his other hand sliding to her neck. He knew he was hardening in his jeans and the lack of space between the two of them meant she was sure to be feeling it too.

And she did. Addison could feel it alright. She gasped again, then pulled back a little, opening her mouth to speak when Zed's phone rang.

I finished this chapter days ago, but I couldn't find time to edit it. I do hope it was an enjoyable one. Let me know what you think!

Also the rating on this is going up.