Chapter 30All the shouting and gunshots went away. Bren’s running commentary on what was happening in the camp faded. The fact Bren was there didn’t even cross Mitch’s mind as a reason not to kiss Cal. Maybe he’d lost all shyness about public displays of affection. Maybe nobody save him and Cal existed in the universe. Nothing existed but Cal’s mouth on his, Cal’s lips rather dry and rough, his tongue aggressive in its probing, Mitch’s just as aggressive and eager in its welcome.
Cal had said the words he’d claimed he couldn’t say. He’d said them for Mitch. Mitch clenched his fist, bunching up the back of Cal’s shirt, and pulled Cal closer. If this kiss was a reward, it was not a reward for his king-of-the-zombies stunt, as Bren’s had been. It was a reward for and an acceptance of those w
