Timeout: Zack needs a moment to think

Zack’s mind was spinning. He had just kissed Maria—Michaela’s mother—and now she was looking at him with those dark, sultry eyes, her plump lips curled into a seductive smile. Her hand was still on his arm, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath. She was 25 now, thanks to the remote, and she looked like she’d stepped out of a damn magazine. But this wasn’t right. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

“Zack,” Maria purred, her voice low and husky. “You’re thinking too much. Just relax.”

Her fingers trailed down his arm, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He wanted to pull away, to stop this before it went any further, but his body wasn’t listening. His heart was pounding, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He could feel the heat pooling in his groin, his cock stiffening against his jeans.

“I… I need a minute,” he stammered, pulling away from her. He fumbled with the remote, his fingers trembling as he selected Time Control and tapped Pause.

The world froze around him. Maria stood motionless, her hand still outstretched, her lips parted in a silent invitation. The clock on the wall stopped ticking, the faint hum of the refrigerator fell silent. Zack took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart.

What the hell am I doing? he thought, running a hand through his hair. This is Michaela’s mum. Michaela’s mum. I can’t do this.

But the remote was still in his hand, its screen glowing faintly. He stared at it, the options flashing before his eyes. He could undo everything. He could rewind time, make Maria 52 again, erase the memory of that kiss. But another part of him—a darker, more curious part—wanted to see how far he could take this.