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But maybe that was just the alcohol talking.
I wasn’t sure how many I’d had at that point.
She stirred beneath me, her eyes fluttering open. I took a step back, not wanting to seem like a fucking stalker. That would be embarrassing.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” I said, letting out a laugh.
She startled awake then—and threw a punch right in my direction.
It’s a good thing I stepped back.
“Easy, killer. Your friend sent me to find you.”
“Of course she did,” Lena muttered, her voice groggy with sleep. “What time is it?”
I shrugged, my phone having died ages ago. “Hell if I know. The sun isn’t up yet though. So, it’s still a party.”
She let out a heavy sigh, running her fingers through her hair in a way that made her actually adorable in the moment. “Gosh, I’m so tired.”
“Happens, I guess.” I stood there for a moment longer, and then headed for the door. “You can go back to your nap. I’ll go report to your friend and let her know that you are, indeed, still living.”
“Thanks,” she said, her face and voice surprisingly soft. “I have an early morning tomorrow.”
I nodded. “Me too.” I reached for the door, jiggling the knob. What the fuck? I jiggled it a little harder and then jerked it.
It didn’t budge.
“What’s wrong?” Lena called out, her voice still groggy.
“Stupid door is jammed or something.”
“Right,” she laughed. “Good joke.”
“I’m not joking,” I snapped, beating at it. It was a heavy steel door, more than likely meant to keep out the heat from the Florida room—that had no exit. Who the fuck came up with this design?
“Maybe I can help you?”
I ignored her, spending the next five to ten minutes trying to jimmy the door—it didn’t work. Then I was met with the scent of warm vanilla as Lena joined me. And even together, we still couldn’t get the door open. Though, it didn’t help that I kept being distracted by her body brushing against mine.
But that was neither here nor there.
“Just text one of your people and tell them we’re stuck,” Lena said, huffing as she stepped back. “I’m sure they can figure it out. They can take the door off the hinges from that side, I think.”
“Totally would, but my phone died.”
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes, digging her own phone out of her black skinny jeans. She clicked the lock button and then tapped the screen. “Shit,” she mumbled under her breath. “Mine’s dead too.”
No fucking way.
“Figures. Guess we’ll just split some wine and chill till someone comes to get us.”
“What if they forget?” Lena suddenly sounded concerned.
“Baby, people don’t forget about me,” I quipped, winking at her. “Go pick out a bottle of wine. If we gotta be stuck together, we’re gonna need it.”
“Don’t call me baby,” she retorted, but then headed to the wall of wine. She must’ve been thinking that she needed wine to cope with being stuck with me too.
And for some reason, that was a little disappointing.
