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curtain following in its path. I turned quickly, hand reaching for the knife in my pocket, to see Reagan with her back turned to me as she pulled the door closed behind her. I let out the breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding, my arm falling to my side empty of my weapon. She turned to face me, smiling, and came to stand beside me at the balcony.
    “Didn’t mean to startle you. I just needed some fresh air. Couldn’t sleep,” she whispered. She took a long, deep breath, craning her neck and tilting her head back to face the stars, forcing her bosom out and up. I found myself bombarded with the same urges from earlier and realized I was watching her breasts as she exhaled and relaxed. Her long sleeve shirt and vest rested so snuggly against her body that one would think they were tailor-made specifically for her. My eyes took a few seconds to trace down her body, taking in the tightness of her stomach and the plumpness of her ass. She turned her whole body to face me, her nipples sticking out slightly from the chill night air. A heat radiated from deep inside my body and an ache crept over me that I had done well to stave off thus far. I longed to touch her, to caress her and take her just to satisfy this craving for human contact with her. I just couldn’t allow that.
    The corners of her succulent lips perked up in a half smile as she reached over to touch my forehead with the back of her hand. My hunger for her surged through my body and left me tingling as I fought the urge to give in. “You’re not talking. Are you sick?” she asked. I could see the hunger I felt reflected back to me in her eyes. She wanted it and it radiated from her. I was certain all I had to do was take it. I shook my head to wake myself up. That’s not the type of person I was. I wasn’t fixing to change that, apocalypse or no apocalypse. Human contact wasn’t worth it.
    “I just woke up. I’m a little dazed,” I replied, turning away from her and back to the roadway that the Grand Marquis had disappeared down. “Did you hear that car go by?” I asked, hoping to take my mind off of the woman standing inches from me. A little change of subject was warranted.
    “Yeah. Who was in it?” she asked, inching closer to me as she rested her arm lightly on the banister and touched her shoulder to mine.
    “Looked like a Hispanic gang. You see that black smoke?” I pointed to the black shadow against the blue sky. ”They set something on fire over there.” I turned to face her and continued. “They lured the zombies away. I’m going to the library at sun up to get some maps. We need to get out of this place. Find greener pastures, you know?”
    She smiled, her eyes traveling down to my lips. I knew she was going to try to have a taste. Would I stop her if she did? I wasn’t so sure I would in that moment. “I’m going with you,” she stated. The tone she used was all too familiar to me. She wasn’t going to be told no. She wouldn’t be a pushover for me like she was for my dad.
    “Whatever. Just don’t slow me down. I’ll kill you if need be,” I warned, pointing my finger at her for emphasis. She playfully punched my arm before going back inside. I was a fool for allowing her to come. I knew where it would lead to. I had no doubt in my mind that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. The worst part about it was the fact that I suspected I wouldn’t fight it. I took one more look out at the shadow of the smoke against the blue light before lying back down and drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Dreams of my trip with Reagan tomorrow danced in my head as I slumbered. The sweet dream brought a smile to my face.

Chapter 8
    A s the click of the sliding glass door resounded as the latch hit home, I smiled to myself. Thoughts flooded every recess of my mind about having sex with Morgan tomorrow. Her succulent, plump body entwined with mine in a passion unlike any we’ve had in four years flooded my senses. I could smell the