Keep Your Eyes Closed

Today's song is Keep Your Eyes Closed by The Henry Clay People.

As the hot water beat down upon his sore back, Edward tried to focus his thoughts on what his next move was going to be. While it sounded great in theory, he knew there was no way they could hole up inside of Costco forever.

The power within the large building was still miraculously on but it would eventually go down and when it did all of the frozen food would melt, the veggies would rot, and they would be plunged into darkness as the undead surrounded the building, trapping them inside. Besides, he had watched enough zombie movies to know they would eventually find their way in, they always did.

With a sigh, he turned toward the miraculous stream and allowed the water to stream down on his unshaven face. It had been so long since he had gotten a real shower. He may have been camped out in a bathroom for days but he hadn't dared let his guard down and make more noise than absolutely necessary for something as trivial as bathing. Besides, the only thing worse than being eaten by zombies while you're taking a crap is being eaten by zombies while you're naked in the shower. No matter what, he was determined not to be the poor undead bastard left stumbling around with his pants around his ankles and his junk swinging free for the rest of the foreseeable future. No fucking way would he end up like his poor naked neighbor Mr. Crowley.

When the water eventually ran cold, he reluctantly shut it off and allowed himself to absorb the relaxing silence surrounding him. The small tiled room was filled with a cloud of steam so thick he could drink it with a straw and the only sound other than his own breathing was the steady drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet. Jasper had finished his shower first and was apparently out wandering around the large warehouse probably smoking a joint or some shit.

With a groan, Edward stepped out of the shower and immediately felt his skin pebble instantly when it came in contact with the cooler air. Wiping the water away from his eyes, he searched blindly for something with which to dry himself before he finally stumbled across a neat stack of towels near the sink.

After hastily rubbing down his hair and patting himself dry, he strode into the locker room with only the white terrycloth towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He glanced at the pile of clothes he had left in a messy heap upon one of the benches but after sniffing them to see if they were wearable, decided it would be best if he found something clean to wear, at least until he could wash his own clothes. Rose was right, they had smelled like death. Gagging on the potent stench still polluting his airways, he tossed them back on the bench and without a second thought, pushed open the door to the employee lounge and strode into the store proper as he headed for the men's clothing section in the middle of the store.

As he perused the selection, he couldn't stop the look of disgust that crossed his face. His only choices for pants in his size were either a pair of pleated kakis or a pair of outdated light washed jeans. Sometimes being so tall was a curse and now was definitely one of those times. With a scowl, he chose the out of style jeans and moved on to the shirts. He fared little better here. There was an astounding selection of polo shirts in every color, semi casual short sleeve button downs, and a small display of Bad Dog t-shirts. He was on the verge of walking around shirtless for as long as necessary when he stumbled across a pack of white Hanes t-shirts. Without a second thought, he snatched the pack along with a pack of underwear and a bag of socks and retreated back to the locker room.

Unfortunately, before he could get to the door, Sammy came bounding up and decided to launch himself at his nearly naked master. With a grunt, Edward was tacked to the ground and had the air knocked out of him as his finds were scattered across the floor.

"Sammy, no," Edward reprimanded with a chuckle as the dog showed his affection by sloppily licking his master's smiling face. "Get off you big nut," he laughed affectionately while pushing the large dog off his chest and getting to is feet.

With a shake of his head, he crouched over and began gathering his new clothes while Sammy loped off to find his young playmate when Edward heard a gasp behind him. Straightening up quickly he spun around and came face to face with a shocked wide-eyed Rosalie.

"What? What is it?" he asked anxiously while looking around for what had caused her gasp but found nothing that could have caused her reaction.

"Holy fuck," Rose breathed lowly while she continued to stare at him as a lazy grin spread slowly across her face. It had been a very long time since she had seen anything even half as appealing as the sight in front of her. "Shit, if I didn't hate your dumb ass fucking so much," she mumbled while eying him appreciatively.

Curious and confused, Edward followed her wide, cornflower blue eyes downward and was shocked when he realized she was staring at his crotch, his completely uncovered crotch. His towel had slipped off somewhere around the time Sammy had knocked him down and he was horrified to find that he was standing around completely naked in the middle of Costco.

With a very manly squeak, he hastily his family jewels with an unopened package of socks. "Uh- uh, I um," he stuttered in embarrassment while the tips of his ears turned bright red.

He wasn't embarrassed by his dick in the least, in fact Edward had been told more than once that it was quite impressive but he was embarrassed by the way Rosalie was staring at it. She had a way of looking at it that made him feel as though he was a piece of meat and if he was completely honest with himself, it made him feel kinda dirty. He was pretty sure that once this was over he was going to need another shower to scrub the memory of her look off of his body.

After a few incredibly uncomfortable moments for Edward, Rosalie said tore her eyes away from his now sock covered package and spun around to face the direction she had just come from. "Well that answers a lot of questions," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Wh- what?" he stuttered, confused by her statement as he continued to tightly clutch the economy sized package of socks to his crotch as though his life depended on it.

She shrugged. "It's just that now I have a better idea why she kept your sorry ass around so long," she replied without further explanation as she walked away from the glorious sight behind her to find her wayward son.

Embarrassed and desperate to escape from the mortifying situation he had found himself in, Edward scuttled over toward his towel and quickly covered wrapped it tightly around his waist before retreating warily back toward the locker room with his bundle of new clothes while he mulled over Rosalie's words.

Was what she said true? Had she only tolerated him because of the size of his dick? No, he decided. He knew she had loved him for who he was, not just for their fuck awesome sex life. She had to have loved him to put up with his moody ass for so long. God he was a bastard for what he did to her he always knew he didn't deserve anyone like her.

As he stepped back into the shower to scrub Rosalie's gaze from his skin until it was red and raw, he realized that now that he had thought about it for the first time in a very long while, he really, really missed sex.

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Yeah, I wrote a chapter about naked Edward, you're welcome. There should be another new chapter up later today so keep your eyes peeled!

XOXO,

Bellarella