Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Two
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO
When Sarah awakens, she stares at me, sleepily, before her eyes widen.
I quickly lift my hands, “I didn’t do anything.”
She pushes herself into a sitting position and looks down at the jacket I’ve draped over her, “Aren’t you cold?”
I am but I just shrug it off, “I don’t feel that cold.”
She just gives me a look, “You’re such a liar. Take it. You’ll freeze.”
“I’m fine,” I insist. “Let’s go back before people come looking for us.”
“Take your jacket.”
“I don’t want it.”
“I don’t want it either.”
“Well, somebody has to wear it so you wear it,” I grab her wrist and pull her into a standing position. She bumps into my chest and we both freeze for a moment, startled by the contact. I wait for her to move back but she lingers for a few seconds, and my heart is racing.
She finally does step back, her cheeks a little flushed.
“It’s cold,” She says, loudly, almost deliberately, avoiding my eyes.