Page 26 of Enraged

Smartass.

“Ok, there’s just one new problem.”

“Better.”

“The only two parts of the house with a fireplace are in here and downstairs,” I pointed out. Silence hung between us.

“Okay?” She sounded confused.

“Yeah, the one downstairs will warm up the living room after a while but with half of the back wall being glass windows, I’m not sure how much it will help, and I don’t want to waste firewood tonight. I can cut more tomorrow but tonight, we need to use what we have in the most efficient way,” I explained.

“Okay…”

Why is she answering me like I’m stupid?

“What?” I snapped.

“I’m just not sure what the problem is…,” she trailed off. “I mean, ideally, we would have more wood ready to go but I’m not understanding what you mean is the problem if that’s not the problem.”

“We are both gonna have to sleep in here to make sure we stay warm. This house is going to get cold quick, Lena.”

What part of what I’m saying isn’t making sense?

“Dakota,” she spoke up, her voice brimming with amusement.

“What?”

“We’ve slept in the same bed a million times. I think we even fell asleep in the bathtub together on my 21st birthday because Cassie threw up in the bed and Jace passed out on the back porch.

She’s right. Why did I feel weird pointing out that we would have to do it tonight?

I knew why, but I wasn’t going to say it out loud.

Because the most delicious part of her is still on your lips.

“Yeah, that’s true. I just didn’t know if you wanted to be alone but you’re gonna just have to deal with me for tonight.” I tried to sound lighthearted, but my heart was thunder stomping in my chest.

“I think I’ll survive,” she promised. “However, we need to find my phone, unless you have yours, so we can see how to get downstairs to get wood and matches and all that good shit.”

Fuck, I left mine on the dresser.

“I’ll help you find yours.”

After we found her phone, she switched it on, the bright light offering a temporary solution to the fact that we were basically in a cave. No sooner than it made it to her home screen, it started going off, ding after ding forcing us to remember all the shit we were trying to forget.

A mutual glance determined we weren’t opening a single damn message on that phone, so I pulled her to her feet for her to guide us to the staircase.

Jolene

“Strike it on the brick, Dak.”

“I know what I’m doin’, Lena!” He snapped.

Obviously, which is why you’ve been trying to light this bitch for thirty minutes and I’m sitting here fuckin’ shivering.

“I’m just sayin’ the box is old, the strike patch thing isn’t working,” I pointed out.

“You do realize I play with fire, like for a living?”

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