Page 42 of Love Me Carefully
“Hmmm?” she answered, her eyes never leaving the blankets on the floor.
“Are you alright?” She had a strange look on her face.
Was she dreading sleeping next to him? After all he’d put her through in the last twenty-four hours, Terrell didn’t want to do anything else to make her uncomfortable.
He considered taking half the blankets and moving to the other end of the room but the floor was cement—cold cement. Should he continue to be unsuccessful in finding a way out of here, they were going to need the cushioning, as well as the warmth, the trio of blankets layered on the floor would provide. So he quickly dismissed the idea of splitting the blankets just so she wouldn’t have to suffer lying next to him. The warmer option was for them to stay close, even if it might not be the smartest or most convenience choice. Then again, nothing about being held captive in this basement was convenient.
“No. I’m fine,” she said, interrupting his thoughts. She dropped to her knees and began to pry the plastic wrapping from the bologna.
Taking a seat across from her, he opened his bottled water, took a refreshing sip. “There’s a bathroom beneath the steps.”
“Really? A bathroom?” She’d been trying her hardest not to think about having to go to the bathroom, hoping they’d find a way out before she had an embarrassing accident.
“It’s just a toilet, but since we found the water, I’m sure it’ll come in handy.” His lips melted into a smile. Once he assured himself that she was comfortable he’d resume his search for an escape.
“I’m sure it will.” When she removed the wrapping from the container she peeled off a slice of meat and held it out to him.
Terrell, in turn, removed the wrapping from the cheese and held a slice out to her. The exchange was a sort of truce, both of them quietly accepting their circumstances and mutually agreeing to deal with them the best way they knew how.
