Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?

Chapter Seven

 “We should go out somewhere,” Jack declared grandly. 

“What are you talking about?” I looked at him as if he was crazy “it’s about to rain and we still don’t know what’s happened to everyone. It’s best if we just wait whatever it is out, preferably remaining somewhere warm with plenty of provisions.”

“You make it sound as if there’s going to be a monsoon,” he scoffed “is a little bit of rain the best excuse you could conjure up for staying in bed with me all day?”

“In case you haven’t noticed Adams, we’re already out of bed and I think it’s best if we don’t go out looking for trouble.”

“Well I want to go out. What better way to scope the area for other people than by going out exploring? Hey, maybe the whole town’s just hiding out down the supermarket. Maybe there was a big sale going on and they got caught up in the promise of cheap food?”

“Oh yes,” I humoured him “the entire town has spent the last day and night in our local supermarket. Gee those offers really must be unbelievable.”

                “That’s the spirit sweetheart.”

                I groaned and pulled myself up onto one of Jack’s marble counters “I was being sarcastic, Jack.”

                “Or maybe you were just disguising your true feelings behind the lowest form of wit.”

                I rolled my eyes and kicked my feet up, the soles of them pressing against cold granite. Jack’s kitchen alone was probably worth my entire home with its posh laminate finish and shiny looking fridge. I had risen to an empty bed that morning and found Jack darting excitedly around jabbering about leaving the house.

                “Oh come on Soph, it would just be for a little while! I don’t like being cooped up in the house for long. I’m man, I need to go outside to breathe fresh air and do other manly things. Manly things which can’t be done indoors,” he turned those big blue eyes onto me. And I had to pull myself together before I melted into his cabinets.

                “Don’t think that’ll work on me Jack. I know you, and those pretty eyes of yours, you can’t guilt me,” I shot back, thinking this war won.

In a second his head had snapped in my direction and an evil smile played at his lips. With that look I became painfully aware that I was still in his oversized baseball shirt and loose bed shorts. I slipped down from the counter to walk cautiously around him, turning to his fridge. I wasn’t really a picky girl when it came to food but I refused to eat anything that looked like it was centuries passed its sell-by date which, unfortunately, made up most of Jack’s fridges content.

When I next looked up from the suspicious food Jack was advancing at an alarming pace. I backed away only to feel the counter top pressing sharply into my back. He placed himself firmly in front of my body so there was no way of worming free.