Exiled to Lunar Lakes - Chapter 6 - Continue

Zoraida found herself trapped in darkness as voices echoed off the walls.
Yes.
Walls.

Someone was speaking.
No, people were speaking.
“We can’t support the number we have here.”
She was losing her mind.

"We're going to be found."
Where was Petre?
Why was everything covered in darkness?
Something deep inside her quieted her questions with one simple command; listen.

"We're losing money on this project."
“Someone is becoming self-aware.”
“Start pulling the pl-”

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Zoraida lurched forward as she stifled a scream and looked around the dark room wildly.
She needed to get out.

She needed out.
She pushed herself off the bed as she looked around for her clothes.

Still not processing everything that had happened, she grabbed her shirt and threw it on before scrambling around the room to find her pants. 

How the hell had she lost her pants?
Her mind was a mess.
What was she forgetting?
For all the chaos her mind was in, she felt fucking fantastic.
“Zoraida?” A voice came from behind her as she turned around, her eyes wide.
Zoraida stared at the man-  
Petre.

Memories forced themselves to the surface with pain as Zoraida took a step, clutching her forehead.
She. Would. Not. Forget.
No matter what.
As she internally struggled with herself, Petre was there by her side, trying to keep her from fainting.
When that didn’t seem to be working well enough, he picked her up and placed her back on the bed again.

“I’m fine.” She mumbled under her breath. “Just had a bad..-” Dream didn’t seem to describe it well enough.
Moment?
Nightmare?
No, not a nightmare.

Zoraida couldn’t find the right words as Petre looked at her, his eyes filling with more concern as the minutes passed.

She wanted to tell him she was fine that she hadn’t meant to scare him, but as the words failed her, she resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him and never leave.

How had she become so dependent on a person?
Someone she had just met and barely knew.
Her goal had never been to rely on another person. 

Hell, she had just wanted a drink.

Zoraida hesitated as she looked at the door. 

She should leave, declare it a one-night stand, and deal with her mess herself.

“Zoraida.” Her head snapped up as she stared at Petre, looking at her. “What are you thinking.” He asked gently, as she realized how unstable she must appear.

She paused before meeting him in the eyes and speaking. “I think I’ve dragged you into my mess, Petre. So I’m wondering if you want a way out.” Confusion entered his eyes. “I don’t want to drag anyone into my messes.” She said before continuing, trying to find the right to word it. “I’ve lately become a public me-” 

Petre answered her mid sentence with a kiss before pulling back, his eyebrows furrowed. “Continue.”

Zoraida stared at him. “You made me lose my thought process!” She said back to him.

She shook her head at him, before a small smile made its way onto her face. “I was saying very deep, meaningful, things you know. I was being a very serious person.”
Petre nodded. “I know. I stopped you because you’re stuck with me now.”
“I am?”
He nodded again. “Yes, you are stuck with me for now until this infested shit-hole called Lunar Lakes kills me.”
She wasn’t a big fan of Petre dying, yet the promise of only ten years here echoed in her mind. “I just never want you to feel you are stuck with me.”
“I won’t.”

 

Zoraida grinned at him before getting off the bed to resume looking for her pants. After a moment, she spoke again. “Petre, do you know where you put my pants?”
He cleared his throat for a moment before searching with her. “I think we-I was a bit busy then.”
“Were you?” Zoraida asked innocently as she casted a glance at him.
“Very distracted.”

She laughed as she laid her eyes upon the missing pants. “Found them!”
He looked up from the other of the side of the bed. “That’s great, Zo.”
“You sound disappointed.” She replied as her head popped out from the other side.
Petre’s eyes gazed farther down. “You know….” She started, her words trailing as she let him finish the sentence.

“It’s not going to be safe here much longer.”

Zoraida crossed her arms on the bed as she leaned forward on it before resting her head on them. “How much is ‘much longer?’’ Her eyes were bright with mischief as she crossed the bed for leaning down and kissing him.
That seemed to do Petre in as he pushed his lips against hers before dragging her down onto the ground with him gently.

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