A Thin Line

“Tell me about you.”

“Why?”

“I need to talk. I’m falling asleep here and I don’t think we’ll like the consequences if we end up snoozing like this.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Cold floor, cold wall. Hours stuck in this position. Not good, trust me.”

Oh, okay.”

“So, tell me about you. Talk to me, Katie.” She opened her mouth to tell him off but he got there first. “Kate, I know, I know. I’m just teasing you.”

She grumbled but finally said, “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Anything, baby.” She felt her nails bite into her palms as his endearment. He’d probably used it without thinking but she hadn’t been called that in years. Her butt even colder than before, she shifted on the concrete floor and ended up pressed even closer to him. “Cold?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “Why are you apologizing? It’s not like you locked us in here.”

“You came downstairs to check up on me.”

True but that was my decision.”

If you say so.”

“I do,” he said as his arms tightened around her. “Shit, my fingers are about to fall off.” He pressed his hands against her sides and she jumped at the coldness seeping through her t-shirt. “Sorry, sorry!”

No, no, it’s okay.”

Are you sure?”

She nodded and he seemed to think that was enough. He held on to her with both hands, rubbing his palms against the soft cotton of her shirt every so often as if to warm them up. It’d have been fine -okay a bit odd but still fine- except for the fact his fingers were nearly touching her breasts. His thumbs hit the undersides once again and she couldn’t help but jerk a little.

“Too cold?” he asked, his breath hitting her nape.