The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

For the loneliest people in a room full of others. May you find the one who truly sees you.

I smirk. Challenge accepted.

Oh boy 🙂‍↔️

“Respectfully, how much would it take for you to hike that dress up and ride my dick?” I see the moment something snaps. Her eyes flash fire as she leans closer, close enough for only me to hear. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.”

Because the truth is, I need him out here. I needs his protection. I need him to treat me gently, even though we’re in what seems like the roughest place on earth. I need to feel safe. With him.

For a second, I can’t breathe, but not because I was running. It’s because it’s blowing me how I feel like I made it back home. Like I been at work all day and came back—to dinner. To her.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. Matter of fact, run that back.”

His hands still. “How are you lonely when I’m here?” A sad laugh escapes me. “Plenty of lonely people are lonely in a room full of other people.

“Any planes or boats come by while I was asleep?” “Yeah,” he teases. “Two of ‘em. I told ‘em to come back. I didn’t wanna wake you.” I laugh, rolling my eyes as he stares at me.

Folks always talk about manifesting shit and speaking things into existence, but what about the things we don’t want? Staying quiet about bad shit ain’t never stopped bad shit from happening.”

“Hold up.” My smile turns into a laugh. “You sayin’ you want princess treatment? On a desert island?” “Yes,” she says sharply. “Just because I’m stranded doesn’t mean I can’t have standards.”

it’s not a dollar amount. It’s a mindset. You might be the only man here, but you still have to apply pressure.”

“I’m serious.” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her. “I’m very satisfied. No regrets. In the future, no appointments needed. No questions asked. If it’s on sight, I’m good with it. Whenever you want it.”

But just like true love, whatever that is, kids might not be in the cards for me.”

“Remember you told me you wouldn’t fuck me if I was the last man on earth?” “Yeah.” “Yeah. Now look at you.”

“I don’t give a fuck if they come save us tomorrow,” I say roughly. “I might as well be the last nigga on earth, cuz I’m gon' be the last nigga you fuck.”

And my pussywhipped ass is sitting here thinking some real dumb shit; that maybe being on this island ain’t so bad after all.

INSAAAANE.

Here, it’s just her, and it’s not a burden. I’m happy to do for her. I kiss her forehead and hope the quiet means the same thing to her as it does to me.

“What would you say?” I chuckle at that. Don’t nothin’ get past this lady. “I would say I love her.”

“She’s stuck wit me, y’all. My little island angel. I don’t think she knows this, but that’s what I called her in my head.”

“I think I just had a contraction.” “A real one, or one of them Toni Braxtons?”

I cannot, this man just asked if she’s having a Toni Braxton’s 🤣🤣🤣