Page 11 of Bitten By Zombie

Fuck her tits.

Poor word choice, asshole.

Zombie stood and removed his cut and black tee as he stalked toward her. He slipped the cut back over one shoulder as he reached her.

Without preamble, he slipped his tee over her head, trapping her arms.

“What the fuck?” She wiggled and protested.

He worked his other arm into his cut. “Come with me. You look hungry.” Turning, he led her into the kitchen. As soon as they were alone, he released her to open the fridge.

Zombie busied himself grabbing stuff for sandwiches while she struggled to get her arms through the shirt. Damn, everything fit tight on her, but black was better than white. At least he couldn’t see her nipples anymore.

Fuck, if she wasn’t one hundred percent physically his type.

“Mustard?”

“What the hell was that about?”

“So, you’re not hungry?”

“I’m famished, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, it does.” He spoke as he squirted mustard onto a slice of bread, but when he tried to put it on the next, she snatched the bottle from his hand.

“Gross, no thanks. No cheese either…or ham. And it doesn’t answer fuckall.”

“Shit, are you vegan?”

“No, I just don’t like that stuff. I am more part-time vegetarianesque. And you’re dodging my question.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just more fascinated by a vegetarian who doesn’t eat cheese. So that leaves you eggs and plants.”

“Eggs? I’ll pass on chicken periods, thank you. Again, what the…why are you laughing?”

He could barely get the words out. “So, let me get this straight. You’re most adamantly not a vegan, but you also don’t eat dairy or eggs. I think you’re a closet vegan but are ashamed to admit it.” Zombie laughed as he slapped some lettuce and tomato between two slices of bread. He placed it on the plate and slid it across the counter to her.

“Haha, you’re so funny. You don’t listen well, do you? No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.” After hurling a not-so-subtle insult, Heidi bit into her rabbit sandwich.

“Who says I don’t have a girlfriend or a wife?”

And just like that, she’d brought out his grumpy side yet again.

“Well, for one, no ring, so no wife—”

“I could’ve just taken it off and forgot to put it back on.” He was well aware of how defensive he sounded.

“As I was continuing, also, no tan line. Since you ride a motorcycle, well, sun lives in the sky, you see, and—”

“I get it, but a girlfriend?”

“First, I don’t know what sane woman would want to be attached at the hip to the most irritating person I’ve ever met.” She took a bite like she’d just won the argument hands down, but Zombie wanted to hear her next thought. “Second, the way you dragged me out of there like I belonged to you, and you alone, would suggest that there is no girlfriend waiting in the wings to swing on either of us.”

Well, hell. With that last statement, she’d drawn her own conclusion to her earlier question, and damn it if she wasn’t right. Right in that his actions matched that even if he didn’t mean it that way.

“Maybe she’s at work.”

“Well, if this imaginary girlfriend is at work, then she’ll be highly disappointed in you when she returns to find another woman sleeping in your bed.” She took the last bite and walked to the fridge, pulling out a soda. “Besides, there was absolutely nothing feminine in your room.”

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