Page 83 of If You Were Mine
Though we were on a mountain incline, the basement was still a walkout. But with as much snow that was coming down, he’d have to go down the rickety stairs in order to make that happen.
“This sounds like a horror movie. Maybe we should just pile up under blankets?”
“As much as I’d love to get naked and pile under blankets with you, we should at least check the generator.”
“I didn’t mention being naked.”
His brows rose. “Well, we’ll have to be naked to conserve body heat.”
I rolled my eyes. “If that’s what you think. I’ll get naked with you. Don’t worry.”
“You’re such a giver.” He pulled out his phone to use as a flashlight, and I did the same.
“How do we have no service? We always have the best service up here.”
“Storms must be shittier than usual. Usually we only have service problems on the north side of the lake.”
“I’m going with you,” I said as Lucky pressed his entire body to my thigh.
Underneath the glow of a flashlight, Dorian glared.
“I can handle it. You and Lucky need to stay up here and stay safe.”
“So you’re saying the basement isn’t safe?”
“I’ve got it. Don’t worry.”
Huffing out of breath, I went into the kitchen and pulled out the heavy duty flashlight. I didn’t want to drain our phones.
“Take this please.”
“Deal.” He pressed a hard kiss to my lips, and we headed towards the basement door. I got another flashlight out of the hall closet and saved my phone battery. Not that it would be helpful without any service.
The house shook once again, this time harder.
“Is there a way for us to get to one of the houses on the lake right now?” I asked, my voice slightly fearful.
“I’m not driving in this weather. And honestly, I don’t think my right leg could handle that kind of pressure.”
“Dorian.”
“It’s fine. It’s just been a long day.”
And with that, he headed down the stairs.
“Please talk to me, so I know where you are.”
“You can still see me, baby. But of course I will. What are you planning on making for dinner tomorrow?” he asked as he turned down the corner.
“Oh, so I’m making dinner now?” I asked, my teeth worrying my lip.
“You offered, remember?”
I blinked. “Oh fine you win. Maybe my chicken Alfredo lasagna?”
“I have no idea what that is but it sounds amazing.”
“I’ll bake fresh bread of course.”
