Book 1 - Slit My Wrist, Hope to Die

Chapter 15 - Isolation

       Upon waking up, Alex looks down because she feels a warm, tight arm holding her, embracing her entire being and keeping her safe. It's Tate's muscular, tight arm holding her and keeping her close to him as he possibly can. Alex felt safe and protected this way. She haven't felt that way since... Well, Conner. It's surprising how alike Tate and Conner are to her. They both go out of their way to please her, they are both attractive to her, they both have long hair and are tall compared to her. They are strong and have dark brown eyes and well, Alex just cannot get them out of her mind. She loves, well loved, Conner with all her heart but now, here's Tate and she just cannot decide. The moment of judgment will come once he learns if Conner is alive or not.
         Alex rolls over to face Tate who is still sleeping, but out of instinct holds Alex even closer. She smiles to herself and blushes a little, but then blushes more at the fact she loved sleeping with Conner because of his little snore he used to do. She thought it was the most cutest thing. She frowns a little because she feels like she's betraying Tate, but it's just thoughts, right? She kisses Tate slowly and keeps on doing it until he starts coming around and kisses back.

"Well," Tate says slowly. He has a sleepy voice going on. "That was possibly the best sleep ever and the best frickin' way to wake up too." He chuckles low. "Why did you do that?"

"I don't know." Alex said. To be honest, she really didn't know. Maybe she felt guilty, or maybe she wanted to feel something amazing other than feeling like complete shit for once. She doesn't know. "'Cause I love you I guess."

"Heh," Tate does a little laugh. "I love you." He kisses her once more.

"Thank you for wearing underwear. I didn't want you slipping in." Alex moves her bare legs around to adjust her naked body to make sure his bulge isn't in her crotch.

"Of course. I respect you!" Tate did a wide, silly smile for a guy his age and Alex laughed at it. "So, should we get dressed and get ready for the boat's arrival? Do you even think it'll come today?"

"Let's just get dressed for now." Alex suggested.

"Alright." Tate moaned with a smile. He threw the blanket over Alex and jumped out of bed so fast, so nearly tripped. He regained balance only to find himself blushing and Alex laughing at him rather hard. "Hush yo'self." He did a droopy smile and went towards the dresser fulled with clothes in their sizes. They were gifts from one of the group members who help give other survivors supplies. He pulled out blank jeans, a white v-neck and a hoodie that was light at the body but heavy at the arms. I'm guessing that was a defensive tatic they were testing out; not a good one either because they can claw at your being as well. "These are actually pretty good. Excuse my belly fat. I'm fat." Tate said as he put on his shirt.

"You're not fat," and Alex meant that. His body was pretty thin and he was about 1% cubby at the stomach area but you can still see a six pack outline and a v line outline. "You're pretty hot." Alex dug her head into her pillow and laughed at herself.

"Oh, laughing at the lies, huh? Heheheh." Tate asked while chuckling.

"No, just awkward."

"Honey, we had sex... I think we would've been passed that part of awkwardness already."

"Shut up, butthole." Alex threw the pillow at him and hit him right in the face. He pretended it hurt and fell down dramatically. They stopped laughing when a knock arose. Tate went to the door and waited for Alex to get back under the covers before opening the door.

"Sorry to distrub you, sir." The man leaned in and nodded to Alex. "Ma'am. We have just recieved word from the ship that the boat has indeed broken down and will need a few days for repairs and to scavange new parts. So, you can stay in today if you like or help us out. Whatever you want. Have a nice day." The man nodded to Tate and walked away, down the stairs. He closed the door.