It wasn't a game. Zach wasn't playing. There wasn't a reason why except that he was quite conflicted on the matter. He wanted her to stay, in that moment. It's what he wanted, what he found the most rewarding in the moment, the most desirable. But he wanted...more from her if that were possible. Not just the sex when at least one person was drunk. And he really really did not think having sex with her was going to help with that.
Especially if it were kinky.
But oh Merlin the idea of kinky sex. He'd never actually had any. And now, maybe, it was within his reach.
If he just...oh Merlin it was not fair, what Tracey was doing. And Zach didn't even like girls and it wasn't fair. They were...right at the edge. And they were...were they going to, it was hard to think about anything else when there was a raging question that really needed to be answered right then.
Ouch! Zach opened his mouth after biting down too hard on his lip. He hadn't even noticed he had bitten his lip. And Tracey was saying his name, so warmly, and he was watching her hand. And oh, he was making her mad? She was the one teasing so horribly like that, not him. He was just standing there, fully dressed, and she was...
Her statement. How was he supposed to choose? Ethically, if they weren't dealing with...the important question in mind, then he really shouldn't. It wouldn't help make the situation any simpler. Unless it made her realize - no no, that was just wishful thinking, some part of his brain just trying to rationalize a bad idea.
It was a bad idea right? Right? He absolutely should tell her to go?
"We'll talk?" Zach asked instead, somehow finding himself lacking the voice to make that statement, the one he ought to make. Yet he couldn't tell her to stay. "Tomorrow?" he swallowed back. She hadn't answered before, and oh Merlin, he wanted her, but he had to make it okay with himself or there was no point to doing it. And technically it could double as what she asked for...And if she chose to leave, that settled it.