My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 483

There, they laid down a mattress, piled pillows high, and wrapped themselves in blankets. To shield them from the sun, Kisha set up a small tent, ensuring that they could rest in privacy and comfort without any distractions.

It was their little sanctuary, a place where they could escape the world and simply be with each other.

As Kisha and Duke settled onto the mattress, Duke pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly, unwilling to let go.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of her hair, which instantly calmed his racing mind. He had intended to shower before sleeping, but his exhaustion hit him all at once.

His eyelids grew heavy, as if the weight of the day had finally caught up with him.

Maybe it was the comfort of Kisha being so close, or the warmth of her presence, but his body seemed to relax in a way it hadn’t in days.

He found himself drifting off, his mind finally at peace now that she was there with him.

Kisha, too, felt her body soften in his embrace. Perhaps, without fully realizing it, she had been keeping herself busy, trying to push away the longing she felt for Duke.

Now that he was finally here with her, she realized just how much she had missed him, how deeply she had craved his presence.

His closeness eased the ache in her heart, and as she melted into his arms, all the pent-up stress she had been carrying seemed to drain away.

The weight of everything that had built up over time lifted, and she found herself allowing herself to relax, surrendering to the comfort of his touch.

Soon, Kisha, too, drifted into a deep sleep.

The two of them rested for ten hours, finally catching up on the sleep they both desperately needed, their bodies replenishing with much-needed energy.

Kisha didn’t mind Duke’s scent, despite the fact that he had just returned from outside.

There was still a faint trace of his masculine, natural fragrance, mixed with the smell of the outside world, this made her feel more grounded and secure as she slept.

However, when they woke up, Duke felt a wave of embarrassment.

His face flushed with self-consciousness as he sniffed himself, recoiling at the smell. The faint scent of sweat, the lingering stench of rotting flesh, and the trace of gasoline on his clothes filled his nostrils.

He grimaced in disgust, realizing how much he had been out in the harshness of the world, and now, he was aware of how he must have smelled to Kisha.

’Fuck it! How could I hug my wife so closely smelling like this?! Did she pass out from the stench?!’ Duke internally panicked, glancing at Kisha with a mix of guilt and horror.

His embarrassment only deepened when he noticed the amused glint in her eyes.

It was as if she could read his thoughts perfectly, her lips twitching in a knowing smirk that made his face flush even redder.

Kisha’s gaze held a teasing warmth, clearly enjoying his discomfort, which only made Duke squirm more under her amused scrutiny.

"I-I’ll go take a bath!" Duke stammered, bolting out of the tent like a man on fire. Kisha chuckled softly, shaking her head at his flustered retreat.

Moments later, Duke poked his head back in, looking sheepish. "Wifey, can I have some soap and shampoo, please?" he asked, his voice a mix of embarrassment and pleading.

His lips were pressed into a tight line, and he avoided her gaze, clearly too self-conscious to get any closer now that he was acutely aware of his less-than-pleasant scent.