Clementine:
"Ian, what are you saying?" I blurted, glaring at him for waking me from a beautiful sleep and asking for a conversation when all he wanted was a sex. He stared at my face with no emotion before a smirk crept onto his lips.
"You're so dramatic," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Come on, where is this place? We need to talk about this stuff."
It was his subtle way of letting me know he was joking about wanting sex from me. I took a deep breath, relieved, then pointed in the direction where the others and I always went.
The weather was bad. In a moment it turned stormy. The wind was cold, but at least it was fresh, not blowing dust into our eyes.
We reached the spot and I pointed to the ground. He stared at it for a few seconds, then turned to me.
"Is this where he didn't try to toss you over?" He extended his arm toward the barbed wires.
