Regret Me Not by Amy Lane

Author:Amy Lane [Lane, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-995-6
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-12-04T05:00:00+00:00

HE WOKE up for takeout at Derrick’s little glass-topped table, the Target bags sitting accusingly in the corner of the room.

“We forgot wrapping paper,” Pierce said, halfway through his sandwich, and Hal smacked his forehead with his palm.

“D’oh! God, we suck at this!”

“Right?” Pierce couldn’t help the shocked laughter. “We’re, like, epically bad. We’ll have to learn to make lists.”

“Either that or set up a little minicamp at Target. ‘Hello, we’re the eternal shoppers. We go home between trips, but we have a cot for the times we forget half the shit we came for.’”

“That would totally work,” Pierce agreed. “Like in those apocalyptic movies, where people gather in a shopping mall or Target. You’ve got years’ worth of canned goods and all the clothes in your size you could ask for.”

“And they’ve got video games and probably their own generator,” Hal said, because maybe when you were twenty-three you remembered the important stuff.

“And sleeping bags and futons—” And condoms and lubricant and privacy. “—and we, uh, you could be totally comfortable there for quite some time.” Oh God. Pierce had just remembered why he was the bear and why Hal would rank videogames as a postapocalyptic necessity.

But Hal didn’t seem to think there was anything amiss. “We,” he said, eyes to the side like he was imagining something pleasant. “We could be happy and comfortable for quite some time.”

“Okay,” Pierce mumbled, not sure what he was agreeing to. Suddenly he didn’t care. “We could be happy and comfortable in Target after the apocalypse. It’ll be our destination place when we’re running from the zombie hordes.”

They finished dinner, talking about the best strategy for defeating the vicious undead, and Pierce got up to help clear the table while Hal raided the bags.

“You can throw the pillows on the couch,” Pierce instructed, rinsing silverware and cups. “That’s where they were meant to go anyway.”

Hal started to laugh, all evil. “Throw pillows. Get it? They’re throw pillows, and I’m throwing them.”

Pierce stared at him. “Oh dear God.”

He repeated his evil cackle and sailed the next pillow across the room like a Frisbee. The next one went too far, and Pierce stuck his hand up and caught it before it could hit the refrigerator.

They both stopped and stared at Pierce’s game hand and arm in shock.

Pierce met Hal’s grinning countenance with fierce triumph of his own, and then Hal pumped his fist, dancing on the hard tile of the living room with undisguised glee.

“I am going to be the best massage therapist/personal trainer on the planet! I’m rehab therapy king of the frickin’ world!”

Pierce dried his good hand at the sink, then grabbed the pillow to chuck it at Hal’s head. Hal didn’t even duck, he was enjoying his celebration too much. And why not? Pierce grinned at him, not quite ready to mambo—or so he thought.

“You don’t get out of this that easy,” Hal told him, dancing into the kitchen. “Here—turn toward me—conga line! You’re the big spoon!”

Oh wow. Hands on slim

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