“If you’re not the enemy and we’re not friends…what is this?” I laughed, the sound completely devoid of any humor as a lump of fear lodged in my chest right by the part of my heart she’d managed to grip in her tight little fist without knowing it. I brushed her lips with mine, lingering there, not knowing when I’d have her in my arms again. If I’d have her in my arms again. I found her lust-filled eyes and held her unfocused stare. “Post-apocalyptic Galloway Bay in the making. Without a doubt.”
