Loving In The Apocalypse: Zombie Attack!

ist to pull out his keys. He didn't spare me a glance before briskly making his way up t

itting in the driver's seat, but it was too dark to see anything else. And

m. When his eyes met mine for a millisecond, the co

" I wh

sound. Maybe she went back to h

ark motorcycle with reflective

thtrap. "A motorcycle? Do you have a death wish or something? I kno

ch of a choice." Derek's e

idn't have any other options, but

as he lifted a helmet ha

d. There was no way I was getting on his de

d a spare helmet from a small compartment I h

s was really happening. The one

ady to mount the bike, my fingers were lost in a sad, sad mess. In my defense the helmet was on

oice was deeper w

. "I can't see

s hands reached up and

ep back. "I

and his eyelids softened. "No re

touch it by accident." I hated having to

ld back a smile, but I s

job and ended up in a weird Chinese torture strap trap. I yanked my ha

ps. "I'm not laughing at what that old lady did to you. I was laughing a

's not in his right mind." I did my best not to study the way Derek bit the cor

ingers lightly

supposed to

could feel his pain. "She's no

ld so many people have the same infection

strap taut, and let go. His eyes drained of all pa

me. Yes, truth!" What the

gure out what the truth was, but instead of ans

ignore me?

g to life. I jumped at the sound. It was so frigging

he bike. I know Derek noticed. How could he not? I

st way to go from point A to point

e dark without killing us? Cars were so much better. They had the amazing perk

position. That's if you consider comfortable to be my entire frontside pl

uld've killed me if he knew I was this close to another guy. I would've understo

, Dad's pinched lips and narrowed brow told the tale. If this situation were any dif

urning around. Once upon a time, back when my parents met, Dad used to ride motorcycl

th my limbs. He directed me on where to put my feet. After my feet were good to go, he grabbed my knees and squeezed the

ing it with all my might. This was stupid. No wonder motorcyclists died so o

laughing so hard his eyes lit up. When he sp

?" I

se all I could make out was, "you" and "me", which made no sense. When I shook my head in co

to do. I mean, I'd taken long enough already. We had to get a move on

t to him. When I was molded to him, he brushed a warm hand ove

. I knew I looked ridiculous holding on to him for dear life, but damn, give a girl a break. I was scared, okay

ore I just mimicked every move he made. If he bent right, I bent right. If h

ght of causing him pain made me loosen my arms. His hand was suddenly clenching my arm, telling me he was okay with my suffocating hold. His palm slid over the back of my

tected, but he was doing it right now. I opened my palms to press them flat against his sto

driveway. We came to a stop in front of a double-wide trailer. It wasn't run d

let his feet balance us, Derek

backside and holding on like my life depended on it. My muscle

tensed under my fin

rought me back to life. "Yea

me what to d

now. I think I'm

wrapped my hands from hi

worked. And, yeah, could th

getting off

laughing at me, I found my str

body was overcome with fatigue as I stood holding my hips. I'd u

concern. "Serious

then I started giggling harder. "I'm

at me. He extended the kickstand and easily sl

d my chin for him

d up as he loosened the strap and took off my

y as he set my h

t the screech of a screen door sw

k, I figured he couldn't be more than twenty-one. A tattoo inked

smiled when he saw me. "I'm so glad you came to your sen

out fully to fist bump Derek. And oh my holy mo