Page 48 of The Last Man on Earth
My answer, loud and clear, is, “No.”
A beat passes, then he says it again. “Save my piece.”
“No.”
Now he’s on his feet, crossing the dirt as he stalks toward me. “I want my candy.” He stares down at me, a chilling look in his eyes. “You know I could take it if I really wanted to.”
“Go ahead and try it. See how far you get.”
“Give me my fucking chocolate.”
“No.” I lick a bit of melted chocolate off my finger. Very unladylike. “You were rude, so you played yourself out of getting any.”
His head drops. He blows out a sigh, then sits on the blanket next to me.
“Alright, look. I wasn’t tryin’ to be rude to you. And it wasn’t about you bein’ ladylike.” He shakes his head. “All that shit youwas doin’, smacking and licking all on your fingers—that shit was turning me on.”
I rear back, surprised by this little revelation. “I didn’t realize.”
“Well, now you know,” he mutters. “At this point, everything you do turns me on. And I don’t believe you didn’t realize. We both know you know how fine you are.”
“I never said I didn’t know I’m fine. I didn’t realize you were attracted like that.”
“Whatever.”
Heat crawls up my neck as he holds out his hand for a piece of chocolate. I pull one out and go to deposit it into his palm, but at the last second, he snatches his hand away.
“Feed it to me.”
I narrow my eyes. “See, now you’re trying to get us in trouble.”
He looks around. “In trouble with who?”
His voice is smooth. Dangerous. I stand, dropping the chocolate into his lap before I walk off to do my nightly routine.
Not even the threat of a snake can keep me from my end of the night peeing session. I relieve myself, then brush and floss. By the time I crawl into the shelter, he’s already there, smelling like mouthwash and cognac. How he managed that, I have no idea.
“Goodnight,” I say softly to no response.
I wonder what time it is. That’s one of the disorienting things about being out here. It can’t be much later than eight or nine, because we’re not too far from sunset. I would give anything to know for sure.
To think, I used to be a night owl.
“How long you gon’ make me wait?”
It’s so sudden and unexpected, I almost think I dreamed it.
I turn my head toward him. “What did you say?"
"How long are you going to make me wait?" he articulates.
"You act like it’s a foregone conclusion that I’m gonna sleep with you.”
“It is.”
The absurdity of his confidence makes me laugh. “So basically, you wanna know how many more days are gonna go by before I help you cheat on your fiancée.”
“I told you, I ain’t in love with that girl.”
