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Chapter Thirteen
SIN
I lift the lid offmy food, finding the most incredible looking pizza. My stomach rejoices at the scent as I lift a piece up, bringing it to my mouth quickly, careful not to let any of the hot cheese slide from the top. I try my hardest to take small bites, but damn! This thing is fucking amazing. Reese already has cheese covering both sides of her mouth as a soft moan purrs from her throat.
“Oh my God, this is amazing.”
“Take it easy, your stomach might not handle the acidity too well,” I warn. She responds by balling up her napkin and playfully throwing it at my face. This simple flirtatious act brings a realization of the abnormality our relationship has endured since the day we met. We’ve missed out on so much. We never had the opportunity to flirt or take things slow, develop a friendship, unfolding each other’s secrets one at a time until we both came to know we couldn’t live without each other. Instead, we’ve been forced together as if we are the last two people left in this twisted, dying world. We grew on each other after a long span of loneliness, and needed each other more than we’ve wanted each other, but even after the short amount of time we’ve spent together, I look at her and realize that there may be something bigger that brought us here. I want to know more about her. I want to flirt with her, date her, show her what it’s like to have a real boyfriend. As I consider all this, I am surprised to find myself feeling a bit shy.
I take the balled up napkin and toss it back at her, giving her a small smile—the smile that makes her cheeks turn pink and her lashes flutter. I’m amazed at her sudden shyness and mine, considering how intimate we have been.
“How do you think tomorrow is going to go over?” she asks after swallowing a mouthful.
“Let’s not worry about tomorrow until we get through tonight,” I tell her, keeping my voice low.
“What’s tonight?”
“Us. That’s it,” I reply, intertwining my fingers with hers, then meeting her gaze.
“In our own rooms,” she laughs.
“Screw that.” I feel the toe of her boot slide against the inside of my foot beneath the table and her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, as she looks down at her food. I love this new side of Reese I am experiencing, and I can’t wait to make her blush some more.
Our pizzas disappear quickly, as does the soda. Locke, who has heard way more than he’s needed to hear and seen more than I care for, doesn’t say a word as he leads us down to the living quarters or whatever the hell Mom referred to them as.
It only takes a few minutes to get there and he unlocks two doors side by side. Locke opens the first door and Reese walks in. When he opens the second door, he smirks at me and I take a sharp turn for Reese’s room. He closes the second door and taps it as he walks back down the hall. “I’ll be back at seven a.m., sharp.”
“Thanks, bro,” I say, quietly. He waves over his head and I step into the room, closing the door behind me. Reese is standing before me with a small smile stretched across her lips. The room is dark but lit with the light from the bathroom. “You think the shower works?” I ask.
She steps into the bathroom, leaning into the shower stall. The sound of gushing water pulls me in.A shower, what does that even feel like?Besides the buckets of water we were given to wash with in Chipley, the rain is the next best thing to a shower, but rain is infrequent here.
Reese is quick to step out of her clothes and into the shower, leaving me with a view of her bare backside. Obviously, it doesn’t take long for me to follow. As shocked as I was to see running water, I’m even more shocked to find that the water is hot, like the most delicious kind of hot water I’ve ever felt on my skin. I fall heavily against the wall of the shower, bringing Reese into me. I want to do so many things to her right now but my muscles and limbs are dead-weight and of no use to me. She appears the same. Her body is limp against mine, her cheek pressed up against my chest. “Can we stay like this forever?” she mutters against my skin.
Forever could mean tonight, and in that case, “Yes. Forever.”
We stand under the running stream of water until the water loses some of its heat. We find small bottles of shampoo and soap on a little caddy hanging from the showerhead and we each take our time, washing our hair and each other’s bodies. It feels like heaven. I can’t even remember the last time I had a shower…the last time I felt clean. As the warm water rejuvenates us, our lips meet in the middle and the world blurs around me. If I could forget just for one minute, I would fill every thought up with her touch, her taste, and her scent. I lift Reese up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her neck and letting me fill her completely. I walk us backward until I have her up against the wall, giving me the support to make this time even more memorable. The vibration from her soft cries sends a chill up my spine, bringing multiple sensations to every part of my body. “Sin,” she breathes against my neck.
With nothing else to follow my name up with, I realize she’s only saying it out of her own need. My name has never sounded as sweet, and I would do anything to live a life with this woman in a place where we don’t have to run or hide, where I can hear her say my name every day. A place where there is a way out.
Her nails press tightly into my shoulders as her moans grow louder. Her body moves against mine harder and faster and I feel nearly strangled when her body spasms against me. It doesn’t take long before I’m holding her as tightly, pressing my face into her shoulder as I lose myself completely within her. We slip down against the wall, ignoring the chill of the water. I kiss her again, cradling her head in my hands as she traces her fingertips along the ink over my chest.
When the water becomes unbearable, we lazily make our way into the twin size bed where we both fall asleep in the comfort of what we hope is safety, knowing there isn’t another night in sight that would offer us the same.
Without an alarm, the banging on the door does the job, except neither of us is dressed. I sit up, finding light pouring into the room from windows lining the top of the walls—windows we can’t see out of, but that’s probably for the best. In the corner, I see a table with two piles of clothes; below the desk are two pairs of boots. I don’t remember seeing them in here last night, but it was dark.
Placing a kiss on Reese’s cheek, I nudge her softly, hoping not to startle her awake, considering the knock on the door isn’t getting her up. “Hey,” I whisper into her ear. “We have to get up.” She stirs a bit, her legs brushing up against mine. I’d kill to wake up next to her every morning. The sunlight is hitting the side of her face, illuminating her freckles and the perfection of her smooth skin. She shouldn’t be forced to do what we’re about to do, but I couldn’t trust anyone enough to leave her behind either.
A groan rumbles in her throat as her eyes open with a start, the light beating down directly into her translucent blue eyes. After a couple blinks of confusion, she looks around the room and jumps out of the bed. “Where are we? What’s going on? Who are you?” Her fingers are pressed into the roots of her hair and she’s spinning around, groaning. “What is this?”
“Reese,” I respond calmly. “It’s me. We’re in the bunker.”
“No,” she cries. “No. No. No!” She’s pacing back and forth from the door to the window, holding the sheet tightly against her body.
“Reese, it’s okay.”
“I’m hungry. I’m starving. I need food. What is this? Why can’t we get out? I want out. I want out right now!” she continues, her breaths turning faster into hyperventilation.
