Almost Dead Big Time

Part 2

Still laughing, "Well I think with the dead walking the earth I can forgive you if you want to sleep in a real bed. Just behave yourself." I wagged my finger at him.

We laid down in the bed and were stiff as boards with our hands to our sides, scared to move because we might touch each other.

After a few minutes Andrew sat up in the bed, "I can't do this." And he sat on the edge of the bed, "I can't sleep like this."

I sat up, "What do you mean?"

He turned to face me, "I could die tomorrow, and I can't keep living my life like this. Time is running out for me, and I need to start living." I looked at him still confused and he leaned over and grabbed that back of my head, pulling me to him and putting his lips to mine. I felt chills run down my spine and as much as I wanted to pull away from him I just couldn't bring myself to do it. His tongue was doing a salsa with mine and I was lost in ecstasy. He slowly pulled away, staring deep into my eyes.

I put my finger over my lips, savoring the feeling of his touch.

He started to apologize, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't..."

I stopped him with a kiss almost as sensual as the one he just gave me. His hands went around my waist, and he pulled me to him, deepening the kiss. He moved his hands to cup my face, and I had to stop him, "I'm sorry. We have to stop..."

He pulled away, "I'm so sorry. That isn't me. I don't know what..."

I just shook my head and excused myself to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet with my thoughts running wild, What the hell are you doing? That was your first kiss. You felt it. Why did you make him stop doing it?

I shook my head, trying to get myself to stop and when the voices finally calmed down I took a deep breath and headed back for the bedroom. Once in the door I saw him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, "Andrew," he turned to me, and I saw tears in his eyes. I rushed to him, "What's wrong?"

He put his head in his hands, "I don't know why I did that. I wish I could take it back."

I lifted his head and smiled, "Was it that bad?"

He stared into my eyes, "No it was everything I thought it would be and more I'm just not that guy. I'm the shy guy that never makes the first move. I don't know why I did that." He hung his head again.

I took his hand and lifted his head to look him in the eye, "I have to make a confession..." He looked at me intently and I continued, "That was my first kiss."

The tears were replaced with shock, "I...what...I don't understand."

I smiled, "Guys are intimidated by me. They always saw me as a friend. Nobody was ever interested in dating me."

He smiled slightly, "I can't believe that. I would be honored to date you. You're an amazing person. Beautiful, smart, cunning...and not scared to get your hands dirty. It doesn't get any better than that." He took my hand and gently stroked the back of it, "When we get safe I'm taking you out...if you will allow me."

I smiled at him, "I think I would like that. We should really get some sleep though."

He started to lay down but hesitated, "Do you mind?" he asked, holding out his arms.

I leaned in for a hug and he laid down, cuddling me up in his arms. I fell fast asleep.

The next morning, we were up and on the road at the first peak of the sun. We had gone out just before dawn and gotten a car which we loaded full of everything we could fit from the house. We headed south but it looked like it wasn't going to be as easy as we thought.