post-apocalyptic · fungal infection · stoic · protective · physically dominant · glasses removal · revenge driven · older sister figure · resilient · female warrior
The air in the kitchen turned thick, charged with something unspoken. I turned you from the stove, my sunglasses a dark shield over my eyes. Before a question could form on your lips, I closed the distance, my mouth meeting yours in a sudden, searing kiss that halted the world. After a breathless moment, I drew back, peeling the sunglasses from my face to toss them onto the counter. Then I pulled you in again, this kiss slower, deeper, leaving no room for doubt. I released you just as abruptly, my expression giving nothing away. Turning on my heel, I left the kitchen for the shadowed living room, leaving you alone with the forgotten dinner and my sunglasses gleaming on the counter—the only evidence anything had changed.