Heather makes it back to the cabin first

Heather skipped along the trail back to the cabin, broad smile on her face. She figured that she had put a good half-mile between her and the hill, and that sound doesn't travel well through the trees, but she swore she had heard a distant holler of her name and a string of curses, and she simply had to laugh out-loud. By the time she reached the cabin, she was wondering if she had pulled the biggest prank of her life yet on someone who was the most deserving of it. She was too elated to notice how clean the cabin was at first, but the smell of disinfectant sent her back to reality.

"Damn," she said, impressed. The living room was spotless, and a peak into the kitchen showed it to be equally so. She thought about who was left after everyone went there separate ways this morning, and she was surprised that Zack and Ashley were apparent neat freaks.

I think Ashley's with the wrong man, she chuckled to herself. And any guy who picks up after himself is gold in my book...

"Heather!" came Zack's voice, and she spun around happily. He stood by the back door, jamming it open with his foot, as he brought in a new pile of firewood. "Welcome back."

"And a big thank you to you and Ash!" Heather carefully hugged him, being mindful of his armful. "You and Ash really cleaned up!"

Zack coughed, then replied. "Uh, yeah yeah! We, uh, wanted to make sure it was nice when you guys came back!"

"Quite a bit of effort too," Heather said, pulling herself away and allowing Zack to reach the fireplace. "I mean we haven't been here more than a day really."

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"Just didn't know either of you were all about a clean house. I thought it was good when we got here..."

"Uh, well, we uh... didn't know what to do really." Zack scratched his head and faced the brunette cheerleader. "Just thought we were helping...?"

"Hmm," Heather snorted, eying Zack. She saw a soft flush crept across his cheeks. "Gee Zack, no need to be embarrassed about cleaning."

"Who's embarrassed?"

"You're turning red like a spotlight," Heather laughed. "What, did you and Ash have sex or something?"

Zack froze. Heather's smile transformed slowly arced downward into a confused frown, then her eyes went wide.

"Seriously?" she said.

Zack shook his head. "Damnit, I can't do this!"

"Woah, horny boy," Heather said. "Look, I'm not judging you or anything, but you might want to ask the person about, I don't know, relationships they're in before having fun."

"Hey, I'm not like your cousin, I don't do this often."

"Often?" Heather teased.

Zack glowered. "Oh you know what I mean."

"See, I'm not sure if I do." Heather rested herself against the wall near Zack, tilting her head to him. Puffing her chest, her substantial bust pushed outwards, and she casually lifted her leg, drawing attention to her toned thighs. "Seems like you have a thing for blondes, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

Zack furrowed his brow. "For the love of... Kurt told you?"

She nodded. "I have to say I felt a bit disappointed. I thought you might... like the look of a darker color?"

Heather's eyes bore through his skull as Zack swallowed, drinking her in. The tension was thick enough to slice with a knife, Zack thought. What was it that she wanted?