Page 30 of The Last Man on Earth
“You said you wanted to pretend.” I take another pull, blowing the smoke at her this time. “Smoke this shit right here, yo ass’ll be on the moon for real.”
After a playful eyeroll, she holds out her hand.
It’s my turn to watch now. I lean back on my hands, staring as she gets on that rocket and heads to the moon. I ain’t gon’ lie, seeing her lips on my blunt makes my dick jump. She’s fine as hell, but she’s sexy, too. Them two things don’t always come in the same package.
“That’s enough for me,” she says, handing it back. “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”
She frowns like she just heard herself say it, then she stands and goes to get her shit.
I watch her walk, partly because I’m interested to see how her leg is doing, but mostly because she’s sexy, and I’m horny, and it’s been over a month, and it ain’t shit else to do out here but fuck.
But I know it’s impossible, so all I can do is look and imagine.
Damn.
I just heard her gargle and spit.
Eventhat’sdoing something to me.
I grab my train case out of my bag and pull out my toothpaste, brush, and floss. She left the water bottle—I guess it’s the official communal oral hygiene bottle—out for me, which I use to get myself right. I use some of my mouthwash, too, but not as much as I normally do.
After, I decide to leave the fire burning tonight. It’ll tire itself out eventually.
I climb into the house and settle in next to her. She’s already laying down, but her eyes are still open. For the most part.
“Our first night off the dirt,” I say as I pull my blanket over myself.
“Yeah. Thank you for building this for us.”
“It ain’t much,” I say, but inside, I feel ten feet tall right now.
Her eyes lock on mine, and for a long moment, neither of us blinks or looks away. Then her eyelashes dip low, and I laugh. “You faded.”
“Maybe.” She snuggles under her blanket. “Your fiancée's a lucky woman.”
Didn’t expectthatto come out her mouth.
“Yeah, so is Lucas.”
“Luca,” she corrects.
“Stupid ass name.”
Her full lips curve into a smile. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
We lay close, but not quite touching. I think she’s sleep, but as for me, my heavy eyes take a little longer to close. As I drift away, I can’t stop the imagining. It ain’t sex, at least not most of the time. It’s more innocent than that. It’s just me seeing myself kissing those juicy ass lips.
Oh, well.
Come on sleep. Pull me under.
Maybe we’ll fuck in my dreams.
DAY FOUR
Chapter 16
