Anthony and Zashery: A Line That Shouldn’t Be Crossed

Will Anthony cross the line with Zashery

Anthony sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The streetlights cast a dim glow over the dashboard as he stared at his phone. Zashery had just texted him:

“Come over. We need to talk.”

He knew what this meant. And he knew he shouldn’t go.

But something about Zashery always pulled him in, like a current too strong to swim against. She had been there for him when everything with Amber fell apart. She listened when no one else did. She comforted him in ways he hadn’t even realized he needed.

And now?

Now, she was testing his self-control in the worst way possible.

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A Dangerous Invitation

Minutes later, he pulled into her driveway.

His heart pounded as he stepped out of the car. He knew he should turn around, but his feet kept moving.

Zashery opened the door before he even knocked, standing there in an oversized hoodie and leggings, her dark eyes locking onto his.

"You came," she said softly, stepping aside to let him in.

Anthony hesitated before walking in. The house smelled like vanilla and something deeper—like temptation itself.

"Why’d you call me?" he asked, his voice lower than usual.

She sighed, crossing her arms. "Because I needed to see you. We’ve been dancing around this for too long, Anthony. I know you feel it."

He closed his eyes for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. "Zash… you know this ain't right."

She took a step closer. "Then why did you come?"

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A Moment of Weakness

Anthony exhaled sharply. The truth was, he didn’t have a good answer.

Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe it was the way she always knew how to get under his skin. Or maybe it was just the fact that she wasn’t Amber.

Zashery reached out, resting her hand on his chest. He stiffened.

"Anthony," she whispered, "we both know this was going to happen eventually."

For a split second, he leaned in. His breath hitched, and she closed her eyes, waiting.

Then—he pulled back.

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The Line Remains

Anthony stepped away, running a hand over his face. "I can't do this."

Zashery frowned. "Why not? Amber moved on. Why shouldn’t you?"

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look at her. "Because I’d be doing this for all the wrong reasons."

Silence filled the room. Zashery’s face hardened, but there was also a flicker of understanding.

Anthony shook his head. "I’m not gonna be that man. Not again."

He turned, walking toward the door. This time, he wouldn’t cross the line.

And as he stepped outside into the cool night air, he realized something—

He was finally starting to heal.

THE END. 💔🔥