Genevieve knew that she would find her head upon Mychaell's chest. She did that the last couple of weeks, what however did surprised her is calmness. Back when she shared a bed with Justin, she never felt relaxed when she woke up, never able to breathe freely. And she couldn't leave the bed before he woke up either, not even to go to the bathroom. But with Mychaell she didn't want to leave, alright maybe a quick run to the bathroom and back. But that was about it, she wanted to lay next to him, wake up next to him. Even when they just slept, nothing romantic or other stuff, just sleeping next to each other. Feeling each other's warmth, maybe steal a kiss or two. Her hand went slowly towards his face, there was a slight stubble on his chin. His noise was slightly crooked, maybe somebody had broken it. Why didn't she see that before? Because she was too busy with surviving, after what happened yesterday, she could start fighting. Yes, her worst nightmare has become a reality, she was still not done with Justin. Or rather, he was still not done with her. But now that she knows, it in some ways set her free. She touched the tip of his nose, he looked so young when he was asleep. Her finger went over his lips, stubble chin and then down to his chest.

"If you keep on doing that, there is no way to tell what would happen." his voice was still thick of sleep. And his eyes didn't even open up, but she chuckled slightly. He was already thinking unsavory thoughts, and now so was she. She raised her hand up and again touched his nose. She let it slide down the same path, as before. He groaned slightly, she again chuckled as he grabbed her hand. "Genevieve, what in the wasteland..." She planted a kiss on his lips so that he couldn't finish that sentence. Her kiss didn't leave much room for questions, she wanted him. She wanted him so badly, it drove her crazy. She never wanted Justin, so badly as she wanted him. With Justin, it was always about him, at first she wanted to cheer him up after Rycharde left them. But after that it was always because he wanted it, and he refused her a couple of times when she wanted it. But with Mychaell, it was always because they both wanted it. He kissed her back with the same passion, he let go of her hand and let it roam freely over her body. Through the red hair, he pulled her onto him. So that she was on top, that was something that Justin never wanted. But Mychaell was not Justin, he was Mychaell, and she loved him with all her heart.

********

They were sitting at the dinner table, listing to the recording of the crew at the bar. Together, Rycharde was already gone before they got out of bed.

"You are only saying that because you are banging her."

Derick was right about Mychaell sleeping with her, but to say it like that. Well, it hurt a little, she knew that he was the smartest member of the Freedom Fighter. So for him to act this way was a bit out of character for him. Mychaell and the other men had told her that Derick used to defended her against harsh words from them. So she was not able to see why it was he who reacted this strongly against her. It didn't make sense, did he do this on purpose, was he playing to be this ignorant? But why doesn't he share this much with the others, with her. Although either way, he was playing the part of someone who had turned on her. So at least he was safe.

"Although she hasn't said anything, I believe she suspects that your resent attack has something to do with it as well."

She didn't need to ask who he said these words too, Jessica. And he was right about that, she was indeed suspecting that the two things were linked. It might not be Justin himself that had done it. But it could be someone that is working for him. She really didn't know, and although she was dying to kill the person who did that.

This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

She hoped that it wasn't him, and that Jessica, and she, didn't have to face the same attacker. Mychaell pressed his lips together until they were colorless. She placed a hand against his cheek, and that calmed him a little.

"May I ask why you did it?" he asked, and she nodded.

"I needed to know how far I could go with them, before they would break. I knew that they wouldn't tell me that face to face." She explained, and she sighed. "But I realize now that they haven't broken their complete trust in me, because of you." She slammed her fist on the table. "Derick was right yesterday, I am doing all the same things to you all, what Justin did to my last team and me. I do not know if I am able to look them in the eyes, after all is said and done."

"Derick is being a dick at the moment, and I have to say that I do not understand him at all. But I hate that you feel that way. Maybe if they hear the recording you made yesterday..."

"No," she cut him off. "I do not want them to change their minds about me. Not now we know that it is Justin, he will kill them. I rather have them hate me, then having them killed off because of me." He looked a bit stunned at first, but then he came back to his senses. "I already have to worry about you, maybe Rycharde and that is all I can handle right now. This morning, when I woke up next to you, I realized something."

"And what was that?" he asked.

"I have being in survival mode, ever since I came here. First, I needed to deal with Justin's ghost. Then I needed to figure out if it was not only his ghost hunting me. And now that I have figured it all out, I am able to fight back, to plan my next step. I am able to live breath, enjoy the moment." She explained, and his grin widened with every sentence. She grinned back and got up from her seat. Placing a hand on his shoulder, holding her underlip with her front teeth. The grin on his face faded slightly, and turned into confusion. "I also realized something else," she bowed towards his ear and whispered something in it. Able to jump back, just in time, to run away from him. Some high-pitched sounds of pure joy were escaping her throat. Quickly, she ran towards her bedroom, before he was able to catch her. Yes, this was really something else.

*******

She once again woke up, next to Mychaell. Smiling from ear to ear, this was her personal paradise. And nobody... Someone cleared his throat, she quickly turned around and let out a terrifying scream. Which in turn woke up Mychaell, Justin was standing at the window. Pointing a gun at them.

"Good morning, or is it good afternoon already." Justin said, his voice was once again cool and collected. "You know I wished I came a bit earlier, then I would have joined the two of you. I know how much you sometimes wanted my dick." His gun switched towards her, knowing full well that this would prevent Mychaell from doing anything. And she hated to admit that it prevented her from doing something as well. Rycharde didn't want her to have the gun inside her room, and her other weapons are inside the bathroom. Still neatly tucked away inside her clothing. "What a shame that you saw right through me, but I should have known better. After all, I am the one that trained you. But now that you know that I am here in town, I can move more plainly. After all, that weak excuse of Freedom Fighters inside this city is not going to stop me. The only two decent once are currently right in front of me. Naked, and without any weapons." Justin simply shrugged. "There is nothing stopping me from killing the two of you here and now. " Her door was kicked open and Rycharde stepped in. Gun aiming at Justin.

"Well, then I am nothing." he snapped. And he opened fire, but Justin just jumped out of the window. Rycharde rushed towards it. "Jumping rope, that boy is too smart." He then turned towards them. "Oh, well, I didn't need to see that." He quickly glanced at the floor, placing his free hand in front of his eyes. "I can see that he caught the two of you off guard." she quickly covered herself with her blanket, and Mychaell did the same thing.

"Really, I would have never guessed that." Genevieve replied. "Now get out of the room, I want to get dressed." Rycharde rushed out, but let the door slightly ajar. So that he can be alerted if there is any more trouble. Genevieve jumped out of the bed. "Well, that was the last time I slept in this bed."

"That is for sure," Mychaell replied.

*******