A shower. Still equipped with warm, running water.” I say longingly.
I refuse to let up about the house ban. It’s too much, in my humble opinion, but I didn’t see Dawn of the Dead so what do I know? “Don’t you wish you could have a warm shower, Jordan? I do. We could go in just for that. I’ll stand guard for you, you stand guard for me.”
He chuckles, but still refuses to look at the houses. “I scrub your back, you scrub mine?”
“If it means I can take a hot shower, you can scrub anything of mine you want.” I stop walking, a furious blush exploding on my already sun pinked cheeks. My hand goes over my mouth and I stare at him wide eyed. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah.” he says smiling, enjoying my discomfort. “Wow.”
“I feel like I went too far.”
“I don’t know, I’m kind of warming up to the whole four walls of a house idea.”
“The world has been over for barely a day and I’m already selling my body.”
He bumps my shoulder with his. “Hey, we work with what we’ve got and you have a lot of currency.”
I frown, confused, and look sideways at him. “What does that even mean?”
He’s frowning too, his face as confused as mine. “I don’t really know.”
“What was it supposed to mean? Cause it sounds like you’re saying I have a lot of body to sell. Did you call me fat? A fat prostitute?”
“Okay, yeah. It absolutely did not come out the way it was meant to.

Tracey Ward