Page 100 of We Met Like This
“You’re not climbing over this.” He pointed to the no-trespassing sign zip-tied to a section of fencing.
“Of course I am. Bree said the silos were abandoned. That probably means no power, right? How else do the rebel teens get in there?”
“Maybe there’s a back way or cut fencing somewhere.”
I wiggled my eyebrows at him, then stuck the toe of my shoe into one of the squares of the metal fencing. It didn’t fit well but it was good enough. But first I had to see if this thing was going to electrocute me.
I reached up only to be pulled back by my waist and wrapped up from behind in a bear hug by Oliver. “Are you serious right now?” he said by my ear, his arms pinning mine to my sides.
“So protective. My parents would give you a gold star.” I leaned against him. “It was just going to be a fast tap. The cows touch it, right? It can’t be that bad.”
“People have died from being electrocuted.”
“From a cattle fence? I doubt it. And even so, people have died everywhere,” I said. “Even during sex. We can’t live life in fear.”
“Some risks are worth taking,” he responded. “Some aren’t.”
“Which one of those examples is worth it? The fence? Or sex?”
“Funny,” he said. “At least find a stick or something.”
“For which one of those examples?”
His laugh vibrated against my back and I closed my eyes, soaking it in.
He held me for a few moments longer, perhaps weighing whether I was going to go straight to the wire again, like a child who’d been told no but couldn’t help herself. Or maybehe wanted to feel me against him for as long as possible. I wasn’t complaining; his arms felt good around me.Hefelt good.
Finally, he let go.
The ground surrounding us was just gravel, dirt, yellowing tall grass, and wildflowers. Not a tree or stick in sight. While he continued to search, I had another idea. I removed the thin hoodie I was wearing, moved to one of the posts, then flung my hoodie over the top wire so it draped down on either side of the fence. By the time Oliver looked over with a protest, I was already scaling it, my hoodie acting as a buffer for any current that might’ve existed.
With the help of the post, I jumped down on the other side. “You coming?” I asked him.
He pressed a button on his key fob, causing the alarm on his car to give a single honk, tucked the fob into his pocket, and followed me over.
The grass we walked through now was thigh high and several foxtails clung to my socks as we traveled through it. We reached the bottom of the first silo and I looked up. It was much taller than it seemed from the road. There was a rusty ladder on the side that led all the way to an opening at the peaked roof.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said.
I got out my phone and started recording for Kari. “It’s just a little rusty,” I teased.
He pointed to a door at the bottom.
“If this thing is full of grain, will opening that door result in us being buried?” I asked.
“I’ll take my chances with the door over the ladder,” he said, apparently knowing I was going to try one or the other.
“We should give Bree the MVP award. This makes a pretty cool backdrop for secret meetings.” I turned a three-sixty, zooming in on the cows and hills across the way and a caved-in barn next to us. I ended my spin back on Oliver, where I zoomed in on his ass.
“So cool,” he said, studying the door, oblivious to my gaze.
I turned the camera to my socks and the foxtails burrowing through the material, scratching my skin. I reached down and plucked them out, then held one up for the camera. “Include one of these, Kari,” I said.
A grunting sound had me swinging my camera back to Oliver, who was tugging on the door of the silo. It finally gave way with a loud creak. No grain poured out of the opening. I followed him inside. The smell was stale, and aside from a single beam of light shining down like a heavenly manifestation from the hole directly above us, it was dark.
I walked over to a pile of grain on the far side that was taller than me. “How does this get in here? From that hole?”
“No clue,” he said. “But I don’t think that’s fresh. It’s been here awhile.”
