Prompt: “No, I said we were safer, not safe.”
“We should be safer up here. Did you make sure all the doors and windows are locked?”
Mark nodded. “I covered all of the windows, too.”
“Good.” Rowan pushed her hair off her face and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm as she eyed the sun sinking lower on the horizon through the tiny space between the curtain panels. She had no idea how long they’d be able to stay here, but a cabin on a mostly deserted seemed way better than taking their chances with a town full of zombies. Especially a zombie high school homecoming parade. She’d be picking cheerleader out of the grill of her truck for weeks. “If you want to try to get some rest, I’ll take the first watch.”
She continued to stare out the window but startled when Mark settled his hands at her hips and startled nuzzling her neck.
She slapped at his hands and twisted away from him. “What the fuck is the matter with you?!”
“What? You said we were safe. I thought we could both use a little adrenalin-release. ”
“No, you asshole. I said we were safer–not safe.” Rowan wiped at her neck. “And besides that, we broke up three years ago. The only reason I even picked you up was because that trumpet player was about to eat your face.”
Mark just stared at her.
“Seriously, touch me again, and I’ll dump you right back on main street in the middle of the percussion section.”
That’s it for me this week. Be sure to read Jess‘ post, too!.