He doesn't answer.
I can hardly see Sin in front of me even though he's holding on to me, which means I slam into his back when he stops short. "Right here." He opens another door and pulls us in. I can feel the constricting walls around us. We're in a tight spot. Sin moves around me and shoves a handful of materials into my chest. "Hold this." I hear him rustling with something else and then he pulls me back out. "This should be enough to fix my head."
"Got it," I whisper.
"Reese," he says.
"Yes?" his lips press against mine firmly, breathtakingly. His hand loops around my back and pulls me into his hard body. I can hardly focus on his warm touch flirting with the skin over the small of my back because the taste of his lips are incredibly overpowering and mind altering, almost making me forget we're standing in the middle of a dark closet, in the basement of an abandoned hospital for the criminally insane. Almost making me forget how screwed we are.
"Sorry," he breathes. "I needed to touch your lips again. You quench my hunger and numb the pain. You may be stubborn and crazy, but you care about me. And I care a hell of a lot about you. Don't forget that."I won't forget, and I won't be able to remember anything else."We need to get out of here."
Back up the stairs and through the hall with the cells, I feel a sense of relief, knowing the door to the outside is close.
Was close.
A cell door flies open in front of us and there isn't more than a blinking second between the time of comprehension and the time it took for me to be shoved into the cell. The metal bars slam shut, locking me. "Sin!"
I hear nothing. I see nothing.
It's dark.
I need the light.
