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│ Surviving The End
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│Cast aside by a world that mistook her for infected, Aisha now sees the crumbling of humanity's reign over their miserable world. It's time for something new, som...
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WAS THIS COINCIDENTAL ━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━
I excused myself after about thirty minutes of what I'd describe as an entire workout. Sweat gathered on my neck, and I was panting like I'd just run a marathon, which made me all too aware of how unfit I was. I wasn't made for this. What started as harmless dancing had turned into a cardio session that left me with a stitch in my side, heaving for air.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and made my way through the packed house, pushing past people of all shapes, sizes, and questionable states of sobriety. I dodged someone who looked like they were about to puke, narrowly avoiding disaster by jumping to the side just in time. As I stumbled, my hands landed against something solid—warm, hard muscle that tensed under my touch.
Oh, for the love of God. Of course, I had just crashed into Koda. What were the odds? Or maybe this was divine intervention? Fate placing me right back in the arms of the man I couldn't stop thinking about. Was it too much to ask that he wasn't this close every time my body decided to rebel against me?
I looked up, and there he was. Muscles, tattoos, that wicked smirk—it was like some dark, forbidden fantasy. His scent overwhelmed me—something masculine, smoky, and entirely too distracting. Every inch of him screamed danger, and every inch of me was screaming something much less dignified.
I wanted him.
No, scratch that. I needed him. Like, right now. My mind was spinning in ways that should probably concern me, but all I could focus on was how his body felt pressed up against mine. There was a part of me—okay, most of me—that was fully on board with whatever this was turning into. But before I could even process the situation, I heard the opening chords of My Love by Route 94. Oh, perfect. Could this get any more surreal?
"Missed me?" His voice was low, teasing, as his hands found their way to my waist. I could feel the heat from his body against mine, and his breath brushed over my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.
Missed you? Try constantly thinking about you, I thought, but all I managed was a weak nod. I looked up into his eyes—those honey-colored eyes that seemed to hold the world in them. He caged me between his body and the wall, his head hovering just above mine. I sighed softly, content, already feeling drunk on his proximity. This was where I wanted to be.
I wasn't naive. I knew what I was feeling was dangerous. I could hear Aiden's warnings in my head, along with everyone else's, but in that moment, none of it mattered. I liked being near Koda. More than that, I wanted to be near him, consequences be damned.
