𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐀 - 𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐱-𝐚-𝐋𝐨𝐭

𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧’ ’𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐱 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭

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You were gorgeous to her, drop-dead, but it wasn’t like Tara could do much about it with the dead walking.

Is what she thought, until your glances became staring, your touches felt different that had told her everything she needed to know.

This isn’t one sided

You two were assigned to get a few supplies, nothing serious, as you stuffed your bag your quickly cut off.

“Do you uhm.. wanna go somewhere with me? It’ll be quick! I just wanted to show you something.” she said softly, looking at you assuringly, “Sure?” you replied confused.

She takes your hand, leading you quickly through the forest, stopping at a cabin “It’s safe.” she murmurs, stepping inside and shutting the door behind the both of you.

“So-tell me.. what is this? Things are different.” she stammered, looking at you pleadingly