"I can't even tell you how long it's been since I had an actual shower with actual hot water." I walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of silk pajama shorts and one of Daryl's button up shirts with the sleeves cut out.
"Yeah, it's definitely one of the benefits of this place." Daryl turned around and brushed his eyes over me as I slid onto a barstool by the counter. "You hungry?"
"Actually I'm starving." I leaned forward on my elbows to expose just the tiniest bit of cleavage and pretended not to notice Daryl noticing.
"Well, I didn't know what you would like so I just kind of made what I had. I'm not going to be offended if you don't like squirrel." He slid a plate toward me.
"Squirrel?" I asked and met his worried gaze. "I love it. I lived off this stuff for like three months." We smiled at each other and I dug in. "So, if this was back in the old world would this count as you buying me dinner first?"
Daryl looked shocked for a second then made his way toward me. I slid off my stool and met him half way. Our lips locked into a passionate moment and his hands found my hips.
"Daryl?" a stern voice came from the doorway.
I felt him sigh against my lips as he glanced around me. "What's wrong, Carol?"
"We're about to leave for a run. Just seeing if you were coming." Carol said.
I met Carol's pissed of glare and put a face to the voice. She looked very… matronly.
"I'll be there in a second." Daryl replied. After she slinked out the door he took his rough hands and found my waist again. He planted another passionate kiss on my lips and smiled against them. "You wait right here. I should be back in a few hours. Go upstairs and sleep in an actual bed, just ignore the mess."
"Well if I'm going to be staying here for a while, which I hope I will be," I whispered against his lips, "maybe I'll add a little bit of a woman's touch."
"You do whatever you want." He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Just be careful, people around here are kind of… cautious."
I nodded and watched as he grabbed his crossbow off the table by the door and walk out. Once he put a yard between him and the house I slid against the wall to the floor. What was I doing? A few hours ago I was in the woods alone just barely getting by, and now I was sitting in some strangers kitchen; a stranger who I was making out with like we were a couple of teenagers in my mother's living room. None of this made sense, but then again nothing about this world made any sort of sense. All I know is that I'm safe, at least for now. It was clear I could lose myself in this man I just meant, and myself is the one thing that I've kept with me since the start of this whole thing. I need to be careful.