My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 46

"Great, why don’t you guys come with us?" Fred extended the invitation, not only out of gratefulness but also because he sensed their strength. He knew he couldn’t protect all the people with him alone, so he needed extra help. Although he never entertained the thought that Kisha and the others might be bad people, he remained vigilant.

"Alright, I’ll consult with my group first to hear their thoughts on this," Kisha nodded.

She and the others stepped aside, allowing the new arrivals some space, and gathered in a corner to confer among themselves. _{freёwebnovel.com}

"We’ll be delayed if we travel with these people," Duke remarked, his brows knitted together so tightly they could have crushed a fly. He had overheard Kisha’s conversation with Fred and found himself in disagreement. He believed they would only become encumbered, especially considering their current time constraints.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to help the civilians, but his hands are currently tied. Every second counts when his family’s lives are on the line.

"I thought so too, but it would be easier for us to blend into the crowd to infiltrate our destination," Kisha explained, exhaling deeply as she considered all the possibilities that might go awry. "We can also help them get to the evacuation center faster if we work with Fred, and in turn, they will be our cover. That just sounds good to me," she concluded, weighing the pros and cons.

"Just disguising ourselves isn’t enough to ensure that the enemies won’t be alarmed, potentially endangering your family," Kisha reasoned. "I share your urgency to get there quickly, but the lack of information leaves us blind on how to proceed. It’s best for us to tread as silently and securely as possible," she added, emphasizing the need for caution.

"You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m getting impatient," Duke admitted, realizing the validity of Kisha’s perspective. His impatience had clouded his judgment. Sparrow and Vulture exchanged surprised glances, ’Boss relented. But more than that, he apologized!’ they communicated through their eyes.

After their discussion, they rested, with Vulture continuing to keep watch over their sleep. However, another predicament soon arose.

Due to the limited space, Duke and Kisha had to sleep side by side, causing them both to feel restless. Kisha became a bundle of nerves, her stomach churning with anxiety. She was hypersensitive to every movement Duke made, and every time his warm breath brushed against her skin, she couldn’t help but feel a knot in her stomach and her toes curling.

Duke wasn’t faring any better. With Kisha in such close proximity, he felt an intense heat rising within him. Her scent acted like an aphrodisiac, stirring him up without any effort. He struggled to calm the raging desire within him, which was now creating a noticeable tent in his pants.

But the situation didn’t stop there. An elderly woman lay behind Kisha, further pressing her against Duke. Unable to contain himself, Duke let out a muffled grunt in discomfort. Startled, the elderly woman apologized profusely for taking up too much space. However, neither Kisha nor Duke uttered a word in response.

With Kisha now nestled in Duke’s embrace, her face pressed against his sturdy chest, she could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the raggedness of his breath, as if he were struggling to breathe.

She sensed that he was pressed too tightly against the wall, making it difficult for him to breathe, so she attempted to shift slightly to give him more room. "Don’t move," his hoarse voice whispered beside her ear. It sounded so seductive and inviting that Kisha couldn’t help but swallow the lump in her throat.

"Are you alright?" Kisha whispered to Duke.

"Would you help me if I weren’t?" His voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of seduction and teasing. Kisha realized something was indeed wrong. Very wrong

Duke tightened his grip around her waist, preventing her from moving as he buried his nose in the top of her head. Uncomfortable with her position, Kisha shifted slightly, inadvertently brushing against something hard, which elicited another muffled grunt from Duke.

Her mind raced, unwilling to dwell on what that hardness could imply, knowing all too well what it likely was.

Kisha’s heartbeat quickened as she attempted to look up at Duke, but his head remained stuck to her hair. She felt her face, along with her ears and neck, flush with the sudden realization.