THIRD PERSON'S POV
"Let me go!" Zoey yelled maniacally, repeatedly hitting her fist on Zach's well-shredded arms.
"Dammit! Would you keep it down?!" Zach hissed, grabbing her tighter, despite her relentless squirms.
"I'll count to three. And if you don't let me go, I'll kick your nuts." Zoey threatened through heavy breaths.
"You're just bluffing." Zach scoffed.
"Am I?" Zoey flashed him a sardonic smile and put up her fingers in a count. "3…2…1…"
"Fine! Jesus!" Zach hurled her onto the bed, retreating to the other end of the room, just in case she decides to go through with her threat.
"I thought you said I was just bluffing. Why then did you let me go?" Zoey mocked, standing from the bed. Her fingers ran through her disheveled blonde hair. "You're a piece of s**t, Zach."
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