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Keeping my expression and voice serious, I said, “I stab bitches.”
Tam made another one of his strange noises, and Bikini turned on her heel with a dramatic huff.
The next hour passed smoothly. We gathered camping supplies, including tents, sleeping bags, and flashlights, and what was left of the food. The pharmacy had unfortunately already been picked through. Nothing remained besides an adhesive wrap and something labeled for lessening diarrhea.
We stopped in the clothing section to grab a few outfits. I fingered the lace of a rather revealing nightgown.
“So what did you do before?” I asked Tam who was trailing behind me. I grabbed a pair of jeans that looked to be in my size and slipped them over my arm.
“Before what?” He perused a couple of sweatshirts still left on the rack, grabbed one, held it out in front of me, and then placed it back down when he decided it wouldn’t fit me.
“Before everything went to shit,” I supplied.
“Well…you already know my history.” He considered a large, pink zip-up sweatshirt before eventually deciding on it. He tossed it over his shoulder.
“I meant on the team. What did you do?”
He gently removed the jeans I had grabbed from my arm, placing it overtop the sweater on his shoulder.
“I went on missions. Recon, usually. Traveled the world. Went to parties.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but I stopped to gape.
“You? At parties? The world really has ended.” I chuckled softly, and a small smile flitted across his handsome features. My breath caught; he really was beautiful, but when he smiled, he was positively radiant.
“World ended,” he mocked tossing a pair of leggings in my face. I caught the offending fabric before shoving it back in his face.
This was a Tam I was unfamiliar with. Carefree. Joking. It was almost as if he was an entirely different person from the shy and timid one I had grown accustomed to. The change wasn’t bad...just surprising.
I spotted Bikini over Tam’s shoulder, walking towards us. Despite wearing a hat and loose clothing, she was still ethereal in beauty. I couldn’t ignore the self-consciousness that rippled within me, permeating the air.
“We’re waiting in the cars,” she stated bluntly. Her eyes flickered appreciatively over Tam, resting on his ass. He went positively rigid, expression glacial, but refused to turn around.
Without another word, Bikini hurried towards the front entrance of the store. She rewarded us with her signature hair flip - which was hilarious because her hair was hidden beneath a cap. Instead, it translated into a weird hand gesture.
Tamson met my eyes, and we both erupted into giggles. Well, I giggled like the manly man I was, and Tamson simply chuckled softly.
“Shall we go?” I asked dramatically.
Tam mimicked Bikini’s hair flip with the jeans still wrapped around his shoulders.
Giggling yet again, I nudged him with my shoulder. “I like this side of you. Don’t get me wrong, I like both sides of you, but you should let fun, carefree Tam come out to play more often.”
As expected, he ducked his head and blushed. I couldn’t help but smile at the change. I had been wrong in my initial assumption. They weren’t two separate men, but one man in desperate need of confidence. I had the distinct feeling that I was only just barely scraping the surface of everything Tam could be.
The eruption of thunder made me jump. This was immediately followed by rain pelting against the vaulted roof. It came down in torrents, so heavy it was impossible to see the cars in the parking lot.
Bikini was glaring out the window, her arms crossed under her perky, perfect tits. Her per-tits, as I referred to them.
Tam frowned at the aggressive weather before gently wrapping the pink sweatshirt he had grabbed around my head. It would do little to quell the frigid air, but hopefully it would protect me from the rain.
“Are you not going to offer me one?” Bikini snapped. When Tam merely ducked his head, I pointed towards the clothing section.
“There are sweatshirts in aisle one.”
She sputtered, indignant, before pushing open the doors and charging straight into the storm.
It only took a few seconds before the screaming began.
Loud, ear-splitting screams. Cries of anguish. Agony. Pain. Torture.
