Ben was at my mercy. I could've shot him, but I couldn't. I didn't understand why though. A moment later, the answer came crashing as I dropped my gun to the ground, and our lips touched for the first time. I didn't know what it was. Anxiety from living in this broken up city for so long, loneliness, or simply sexual tension. Whatever it was, it was overwhelming, and we both let ourselves drown into it. His rough hands roughly caressing my body, my hands going through his hair and then pulling it, kisses that turned to love bites, hate that turned into love making, but as soon as it started, it ended with us both panting on the dusty floor, the outline of his abs being illuminated by the artificial lights that the Cybers turned on at night to find stray humans and kill them. After our steamy encounter, I put my head on his chest and traced my finger across it while asking: "How did you escape the explosion?"
I expected the question to make something tick inside his brain, but what happened was the opposite. He put his hand over my shoulder, and buried his face in my hair, asking: "Why did you do it?".
