#Chapter 297: An Impossible Choice

I leave Neil at the base of the stairs. He’s not ready for sleep yet and plans on going into the kitchen for a snack. He invites me, but I’m not hungry. I’d rather go lay down for a while and think about what to do. It’s not that I mind spending the night with Neil. Far from it. But I have a hard time accepting his words that this might be our last night alive. It feel so… morbid. I don’t want the beauty of our intimacy to be tainted with the darkness of looming death. I wasn’t sure what to do. If we were going to die, shouldn’t I want to spend my last night with someone? As I head up the stairs, I’m stopped along the way by Beau coming down. “No fair, Neil,” he mutters under his breath. “Always trying to steal all of the fun.” Still distracted by my thoughts, I don’t realize Beau’s plans until he scoops me up in his arms and presses me against the wall. We’re still on the stairs, our legs are all uneven, but Beau still makes it work. He leans in and kisses me. I swoon.