‘Delivery!’ Elsa shouts at the top of her lungs as she makes a beeline for where I’m sat on the floor, resting against the wall.
‘What yumminess have you graced me with today, chef?’
She giggles, her DIY chef's hat swaying with the movement. ‘It’s a sup’ise,’ she says still struggling with thersound in words.
‘It smells fucking delightful.’ Luna announces, practically salivating next to me.
‘Back off, this is mine.’ I whack her away as Fauna scolds her for swearing in front of a child.
She doesn’t exactly have a leg to stand on considering she swears like a sailor herself.
I pop open the lid, breathing in the juicy aroma of what looks to be some form of skewers.
Elsa hands up another tin, this one feeling much lighter. Curious I arch a brow, she usually comes armed with one tin of goods not two.
‘Special t’eat, Liam helped me pick em this mo’ning.’ She beams.
Opening the tin, I find the beautiful sight of a small crumbly dessert, the sweet smell of rhubarb warming my heart. I’ve not had a pudding since my parents were alive.
‘Oh Elsa,’ my voice is thick with emotion.
These damn pregnancy hormones.
‘You like?’ Her sweet face looks unsure of herself, worried I may not like what she’s giving me.
Discreetly, I swipe away a rogue tear that manages to escape before she can see it. ‘I love it, thank you so much.’
‘Wasn’t just me. It was Liam’s idea,’ pronouncing Liam all cutely as she says it — sounding more like Wiam. ‘He said you need all sweet goodness.’
‘That’s very kind of him.’
‘Yeh realll kind.’ Luna drawls and I throw a pillow at her.
‘Should say thank you tohim.’ Elsa suggests all puppy dog eyes that make me question if she is plotting — or been put up to something by Pam.
‘Yeah Isla, I can think of a few ways you could th-’ Luna is cut off as Fauna throws her pillow at her this time stopping her from the more than likely inappropriate comment she was about to make.
But my mind stays on what Elsa just said because she’s right. I need to stop burying my head in the sand and speak to him.
The sound of his whistle finds me first, the same light melody I’d heard the first time I spotted him.
I’d followed the tune through the abandoned, crumbling building all those months ago. It had led me up and around a filthy corner to find his incredibly large, muscled back. I’d seen large men, and I can faintly remember the physiques of sports players I used to gawk over as a teenager. But his back was something more masterful, and it has somehow become more beautiful. With his shoulder length dirty blonde hair tied back from his face I have a clear view of the way his shoulder musclestense at whatever he’s doing. Liam is stronger than that first time, his muscles somehow bigger than I remember and boy do I remember.
What can I say, a girl's only got her imagination in the apocalypse and with these pregnancy hormones, phewww … Let's just say I memorised each and every muscle on his body.
My gaze trails down Liam’s back, finding the waistband of his boxer’s peaking out beneath his jeans. The black band looks far too sinuous, drawing me in as I remember what is underneath those clothes.
Wetness pools between my thighs as I continue to stare.
But good things can never last long, not in this world and unfortunately I’ve discovered it is usually my doing. I either push people away, piss them off or — in this case — let a not-so-subtle moan escape my lips, giving away my presence to the massive Skull I’m ogling.
Liam looks over his shoulder, his coarse beard scratching across his shirt.
Oh fuck.
His gaze drops to my thighs as I squeeze them together and I watch as his devilish eyes light up in amusement.
‘You love watching me. Don’t you, princess.’
