Page 20 of Truth or More Truth
Thankfully, I’m able to take care of business and wash my hands in the dark.
“Okay,” I say. “You’re between me and the door in this minuscule space. How are we going to do this?”
“You find me,” he says. “Like before. Then we’ll spin around and switch places.”
I reach a hand out, and it soon hits his firm chest. Then, instead of using the knowledge of our relative positions to help us spin around, my palm flattens against his chest, and I hold it there. I hear him suck in a breath, and within seconds his hand covers mine, sending a tremor all the way to my toes. His other hand lightly touches my shoulder, and his fingers skim down my arm until they find my hip. Now I’m the one sucking in a breath.
“You ready to spin?” His voice sounds husky.
“Yes,” I whisper, as I can’t seem to find my voice.
He slowly turns us.
“I have no idea how far we’ve turned,” he says.
“Me, neither.” I giggle lightly, trying to break the tension.
The hand covering mine on his chest disappears. “I feel the sink over here,” he says, “so we’re where we need to be. Can you make your way out okay?”
I nod, but then I realize he can’t see it. “Yes.”
I wave my arm behind me until I find the doorjamb, and with reluctance, I remove my hand from his chest, back out of the room, close the door behind me, and climb into my bed.
When the door opens again, Bobby says into the darkness, “We’re never telling anyone about that, right?”
Never. “Oh, you’d better believe that as soon as we get to Arkansas, I’m telling everyone you’re a weirdo who stands in the bathroom and listens to me pee.”
He groans. “Melissa.”
“Bobby,” I say in the same tone of voice he used.
“Is it already colder in here, or is it just me?” he asks as he makes his way around my bed to his own.
“Definitely colder.” It’s only going to get worse, and I’m not sure the thin blanket and bedspread on my bed will be up to the task of keeping me warm.
“I’m going to put my sweater back on,” he says. “You need more clothes, or are you okay?”
My sweatshirt and flannel pants are keeping me warm enough now, but I’m not sure they will later. “I think I’m going to grab another pair of socks, and maybe another pair of pants.”
“Don’t get up,” he says. “I’ll get you my other pair of sweats and some socks.”
So the man does know how to be a gentleman. Actually, he’s been a gentleman for most of the day, now that I think about it.
“You know what else we need to do?” I ask.
“What?”
“Drip the faucet.”
“Who the what?” he responds.
“We need to barely turn on the faucet so the water drips out,” I explain. “It’ll keep the water in the pipes from freezing and then exploding the pipes and flooding everything.”
“But if the water is frozen, how can it flood?”
“Huh. I don’t know. That’s a good question. But we still need to do it.”
“Okay. I’m on it.”
