The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

I use a little less toothpaste today. Usually I do the little pointy mountain peak thing they be doin’ on the commercials, but now I see how wasteful that shit is.

“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.”

The important thing is that he’s already on some bullshit.