18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 505

Back in the day, when Stella and Jasper were just friends skirting around the edges of something more, she was pretty resistant to getting involved with anyone. Looking back now, she couldn't quite wrap her head around how Jasper had managed to stick around through all her hesitations.

It was wild to think that it had already been ten years since the disaster turned their world upside down.

These days, Stella's only company were her three furry friends: Jasper, Rosie, and Cooper. Jasper had been a constant through a decade filled with countless heartbreaks and losses.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Stella found herself tearing up.

Jasper, surprised, asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

She'd just turned another year older, that's all.

Stella never fussed much about her wardrobe, always choosing comfort over style—after all, in a post-apocalyptic world, standing out too much was a bad idea.

But when it came to skincare, she didn't skimp. She had access to all sorts of face masks, creams, and luxury beauty products, and she used them liberally. So, at thirty, she still looked remarkably young, though not quite as fresh-faced as she did at twenty.

It wasn't until they got together that Jasper realized how much women could worry about their age. But he never cared, always telling her, "Stella, everyone gets older. Whether it's ten years or twenty, I’ll be right here with you, growing old together."

His words always brightened her mood.

Over time, Jasper had changed too. Stella had always been drawn to his looks, and while he had matured from a fresh-faced young man to a more seasoned one, he had become like a fine wine—less fresh but rich in character.

The way they looked at each other had grown more intimate, a love deepening with every shared moment.

Gifts? Whether they were things Jasper had stockpiled or items they’d scavenged over the years, they all ended up in their cozy haven, Arcadia.

These days, Jasper was as clean as a whistle, financially speaking.

But a decade of sharing a bed had seen both their emotional intelligence and resilience grow.

In a smooth move, Jasper pulled Stella onto his lap and with a playful tilt of his hips, he teased, "Your gift is right here, haven't you noticed?"

Stella almost burst out laughing.

The cheeky guy was getting smoother by the day.

But she appreciated his charm; after all, in a decade of scarcity, who wouldn't welcome a little extra oil?

Their relationship had solidified over ten years, even if the initial passion had mellowed compared to the fiercely intense early days.

The distance they once had had added enchantment to their love. But now, breathing each other's air day in and day out, any fiery passion had long been consumed.

In truth, they hadn't really connected in quite a while.

Drifting on the ocean of despair, living with the chill of the Arctic, they were always on guard against external threats, and their physical needs had diminished.

But teased by Jasper, Stella suddenly felt the spark.

Reaching for his waist, she quipped, "Let me check the goods. If they're not up to standard, I'm returning them."

Thankfully, he was still in shape, his abs firm under her touch.

It had been a while since they'd been intimate, and Jasper was notably eager, "Shall we?"

Their container home wasn't soundproof, and between Rosie and the nosy neighbors, every little sound was audible.

After months of abstinence, Stella wasn't holding back, "Yes."

It was overwhelming, and it took her quite a while to catch her breath afterward.

When they emerged from the room, it was nearly noon.

In ten years, Stella had transformed from a delicate blossom into a woman of grace and poise.