Chapter 10

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    Tyler wanted to speak with me about Luke. David went back to camp, leaving the gun with me, to give us a moment alone.

    "Let's- Let's make this quick," I sighed, "My fingers and toes are numb. Can't feel 'em!"

    Tyler plopped himself down and leaned against a tree.

    "Sit with me," He said calmly.

    It was less of a command and more of a suggestion. The smooth flow of his voice rivaled that of a cup of warm tea, heating me up inside just the same. Even though I didn't have to, I joined him.

    With an enormous smile he twisted toward me. "Hey. Sorry- uh- sorry about Luke. When you left he looked like he wanted to cry and I can't handle tears. So I came along."

    I felt my face scrunch up like putty.

    I made Luke cry? 

    A small grunt of acknowledgement rose and choked off in my throat.

    No. No I didn't. That's his own problem.

    No matter how much I repeated that, I couldn't believe myself.

    Tyler pulled me closer and put an arm around my shoulders, the weight causing a comfortable pressure. "It's okay. He'll be fine! We can... We can talk to him and work things out."

    I nodded, leaning on him. "Thank you. Are you mad at him?"

    "I'm a little pissed that he insulted you," Tyler said, "you aren't a bitch, and you especially aren't mine."

    I nodded again. The lump in my throat grew as I withdrew further into my thoughts. Vaguely, I was aware of him rubbing my upper arm, digging his fingertips in to get my attention.

    It's the middle of the fucking end of the world and I can't even keep friends. Luke is upset. The guys are uncomfortable. Lui's dying. We're all dying. Holy fuck I'm going to die! What is that even going to be like?

    Tyler shifted around next to me. His bright blue eyes watched me, trying to poke through the mental wall I built.

    I don't want to die! I don't want people to hate me when I die! Every fucking second is a second closer to dying! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!

    Tyler went to pull my hands away from my face; I hadn't realized I had put them up there to hide. With a heavy heart -heavy mind- I was yanked out of my head.

    "Jonathan, its okay. Please don't do this right now. We don't have time to panic. Panicking won't help. We can panic after this is over."

    No response made its way out of my lips. I nodded slightly as I tried to swallow his words.

    Tyler wiped a tear I wasn't aware of off my face with a huge thumb. Tears rolled down his cheeks as well and I realized that everyone else was just as terrified as me.

    It wouldn't be fair if I broke down right now and left them to watch out for me. We already have to deal with Lui, and Tyler won't be much help until his leg is better.

    "You're right. I'm sorry."

    Even though I didn't feel better, I felt I owed it to the others to act like I did. With a grin Tyler wiped the tears from his own puffy cheeks, leaving nothing but a red face. 

    "It's okay, Jon."

    "Should we- should we head back now?" I asked. My voice was louder than I intended.

    "No," he shook his head, "I want some time with you."

    "Oh, okay."

    Before I could ask what he wanted he leaned forward, resting his forehead on mine, nose almost pressed against mine, hot breath mixing with mine, arm still around my shoulder and sliding down to my waist. My head tilted down to make sure his nose didn't touch my broken one. I put my arms around him instinctively.

    "I have your jacket, by the way," I said, "I took it from you at the lake because your cologne was wonderful."

    Tyler laughed, "Yeah, it's nice cologne. Put your arms around my neck. I'm not a girl."

    "Sorry."

    He shook his head to say that it wasn't a problem. I slid my hands up his sides, feeling the smooth cloth of his shirt covering up his powerful, chubby torso, slowly making my way to his neck. A long exhale parted his lips and let me know I was doing something good.

    "You like that?" I asked, "When I touch you?"

    With little effort Tyler lifted me into his lap. I straddled him, holding his neck, and pushed him against the tree. He breathed into the sensitive skin where my neck meets my collarbone.

    "Yeah. I love that."

    Thin, warm lips ghosted my skin and sent shivers down my spine. Tyler offered relief from the cold, from the fact I could see my own breath. Gently he bit down, nibbling just below the crook of my neck. I could feel the blood and heat rush up through me, along with a tiny whimper. He giggled excitedly.

    "You like that?" Mocked Tyler, "When I bite you?"

    I cupped his cheek. "Shut up."

    That only made him playful, sitting up straight to lick the shell of my ear.

    "You love it, don't you? You love it when I'm in control."

    I shivered.

    I'm not a girl either, Tyler. 

    If he wanted control he would have to take it and fight to keep it. I pulled back and kissed him suddenly, sucking on his lip. A satisfyingly surprised moan rumbled in his chest. I yanked on his hair to keep him still, just in case he even thought of moving. My teeth bit into his lip before I pulled away to breathe.

    "I said shut the fuck up, Tyler." There was a sugary, dark quality to my voice that I never knew I could do. I shivered and whispered more dirty things in his ear, watching him squirm with every word, sending pleasure waves down his spine to his cock. We were so caught up in one another that we failed to notice the zombies crawling out of the bushes behind us.

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