We agreed on mine.

Dinner, however, stood in the way of our plans. We'd have to wait for everyone to go to bed before we could retreat to my tent, and boy, was it hell. I was thinking again, and it was terrible. What if I wasn't ready for this? What I said something weird and totally turned him off? What if I'm ready for this but he isn't? What if-

Glenn, who was sitting beside me for once, put his hand on my knee. It could have easily been seductive, but he chose to make it comforting. I smiled in return.

It was fascinating how days played out as weeks here. Glenn and I had met – what? A week ago? And we were already so close and I was already in the most meaningful – and arguably the only - relationship I had ever been in. By normal life standards, I'd be jumping into bed with him, but by post apocalyptic standards, I'd say our relationship was pretty damn slow.

I wonder how long it took Lori to jump into bed with Shane. I shook the thought immediately, feeling gross for even thinking it.

I tried to listen to the people talking around the fire but it was hard to get my mind off of Glenn and our upcoming activities. Dale was mentioning that the Dixon brothers – two people I had only vaguely heard of before – should be back from their hunt today. If I wasn't mentally preparing myself to live out every fantasy I had ever had about Glenn, I would have asked more about them.

"I'd keep your distance," Glenn whispered to me, noticing that I didn't know who these people were. "They're about as racist as humanly possible. And they're the biggest redneck's I've ever met."

I laughed.

"They sound like a hoot and a half."

"Oh, they are. It's a real party when they're around."

I liked this. I liked talking to him. I liked not worrying and just letting things happen.

"Who goes hunting for a week straight?" I asked, realizing they had been absent throughout my entire time here.

"Rednecks," he replied. "They bring back a lot of food, though. So I can't hate on them too much."

"Do they give you a hard time?"

Glenn shrugged. "T-Dog more than me, but they're assholes to everyone."

I felt almost glad I hadn't met them earlier. They sounded unpleasant.

"Carol's husband's kind of a dick, too."

"I haven't met him yet," I said.

"Good. Avoid it if you can."

I grinned at him.

"What?"

"You're always so protective," I whispered. "It's cute."

He scoffed.

"If by 'cute' you mean 'unbelievably sexy,' then I'd have to agree," he stated.

"Of course I do," I replied, leaning my head on his shoulder. The fire was small – as per Shane's 'embers only' policy – and it was getting increasingly colder as the sun started to set. Glenn was warm, though, and since everyone was already well aware we were 'together,' I figured he wouldn't mind so much if I leaned against him.

I hoped.

I had a mini-heart attack when I felt his arm move. I was certain he was going to shrug me off his shoulder. Instead, he slid his arm behind me and put his hand around my waist. I could see Amy and Andrea exchange glances when they noticed our position, and I could have sworn T-Dog gave Glenn a thumbs-up because I noticed Glenn groaned quietly and looked down.

I wondered if any of the horny assholes from school felt like this. I wondered if they ever got to just sit with each other and spend a moment not in a lust-filled haze. Sure, I'll admit to being quite the pervert around Glenn at times, but there was nothing better than this. Okay, kissing him was probably on par, but I digress.

"I just realized," I said suddenly, trying to be quiet so I didn't interrupt anyone else who was talking. "I'm never going to get to play Skyrim."

Glenn gave me a strange look, then he frowned.

"Damn, I forgot about it completely."

"Depressing, isn't it? Man, I'm never going to get to do my second playthrough of Mass Effect." I groaned. "Ugh, Mass Effect 3. Guess that's not happening either."

He looked down at me for a moment, not saying anything.

"You know, I wouldn't have pegged you as someone who liked games," he said, though I could tell he meant it in an approving way and not a 'you're a freak' way. I liked his tone of voice.

"Mostly RPGs," I said, looking at my hands. "It's not so strange, really. I liked being given a voice."

"Makes sense," he replied. He breathed in deeply before continuing. "Let me guess. You went for Thane?"

It didn't take me more than a second to realize what he was asking. I smiled at the memory of the romance options in the games. I'd always enjoyed those.

"Garrus," I corrected. Just remembering the romance scenes and awkward dialogue made me smile. He seemed surprised.

"Really?"

"Yep. I take it you went for Miranda?"

I don't know how it happened, but we kept going, comparing our experiences. We were only talking about a video game but it somehow felt like something more. Like we were sharing a big part of our lives. I had almost entirely forgotten about what was waiting for me once everyone had gone to bed.

"Which ending did you-"

"Ugh!" Amy groaned from across the fire, interrupting our conversation.

We both looked up and realized most people had gone to bed already. How long had we been talking?

"You guys are the saddest couple I've ever seen!"

Glenn and I exchanged amused glances.

"Don't smile about it! Seriously, have you ever listened to yourselves talk? You're like two teenage boys. Jeez. I was hoping to get to make fun of you for being all gooey and lovey dovey, but instead I get this?" She stood up from her seat on one of Dale's fold out chairs. "I'm going to bed. You guys suck."

She stomped off to the RV to join Andrea and Dale, who had apparently already parted. I glanced around the campfire quickly. T-Dog, a guy I'd never met before – Glenn said his name was Jim – and Shane were left. Everyone with kids had gone to bed.

Shane seemed to realize we weren't heading off anytime soon, so he stood up.

"Make sure to kick out the embers when you're done," he said. Then he left.

Jim went quietly a few minutes later.

So it was us and T-Dog, who didn't stay long either. He heaved a sigh, seemingly caught up in his own thoughts, and stood, saying goodnight as he left.

And then we were alone.

"Let's wait," I said quickly. "Make sure everyone's asleep. No point in disturbing everyone else."

Glenn agreed. And so commenced the minutes that passed like hours.

I was getting hyped up, trying not to freak out and change my mind. Glenn could tell I was on edge. I was painfully obvious with my emotions. I guess it came with not being able to speak my thoughts all that well.

When we'd felt like everyone had settled into bed, we got up to settle into ours. My heart was racing but I wasn't planning on backing out. At least, I didn't think I was going to back out. Was I?

We were outside of my tent when Glenn spoke suddenly.

"Shit," he growled, stopping before actually entering the tent. "I forgot to get..."

It didn't have to be said. I knew what he meant, and what forgetting them meant.

No. I didn't work myself up to this just to give up now. Not for this.

"I'll go," I said quickly. "I'll be quiet, and even if I wake Andrea and Amy up, I'll have a better excuse than you for rooting around the drawers."

He looked apologetic.

"It's okay," I insisted. "I'll be back in a minute."

We parted and he ducked into my tent. As I approached the RV I tried to remember which drawer it was stashed in. I couldn't remember for the life of me.

Figuring I'd wing it, I opened the door as slowly as I could. The damn thing creaked anyway, breaking the quiet noise of breathing coming from inside. I froze. I made sure to wait a good amount of time before moving again.

I stepped into the vehicle and headed straight for the drawers. I wasn't screwing around. I needed to get in and get out before any time with Glenn was lost. And before I talked myself out of it.

I started rooting around the drawers, growing desperate as each one turned up nothing. I heard a groan from behind me.

Amy was moving on the couch.

"Bottom left..." she said, half asleep.

I opened the drawer, and there was the illusive pack of Trojans, right beside the Tampax. I hoped to god she thought I needed the latter. I extracted what I needed carefully before closing it back up. One or two were already missing, so it wouldn't be strange that it was no longer sealed.

I closed the drawer as quietly as possible and slipped the package into my bra – just in case anyone saw me leave – then I inched my way out of the RV, closing the door softly once I was out.

I did it.

I was well on my way to having sex with Glenn. No backing out now. This was happening. I was about to walk back to my tent, grinning ear to ear at my own success, but I heard a noise coming from the bushes.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I decided to inch over to the back of the RV to investigate. There were crickets or cicadas or whatever kind of bug was making noise, but this was movement. When I got closer to the bush behind the vehicle, it rustled. Panicking at the realization that this could very well be a walker, I jumped back and flattened myself against the RV, my hands a few inches away from my body, the condom all but the last thing on my mind.

I heard the arrow before I saw it.