“I do think so,” Noah slipped a hand into her hair and bent down to kiss her. He gave her enough time to protest if she wanted to. He knew this was a bad idea but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
But Elle didn’t want to stop him. She wanted to know just what he felt like, what he tasted like, if he could make her heart sing. She rose up on her toes to meet him.
It was better than she ever could have expected.
He might be the most arrogant, stubborn, annoying man that she had ever met but oh could he kiss! Her insides felt liquid and she wondered if it wasn’t hot in the freezer because he was making her feel very warm. It was almost electrifying. Her heart sang.
She didn’t know how long they kissed, or where their hands all strayed but suddenly he lifted his head and blinked like coming out of a fog. “My watch.”
“What?” she breathed shakily, leaning against him.
He abruptly let her go and nearly tore off his Rolex. Elle swayed and caught her balance, looking at him disbelievingly as he set down the watch carefully on its side, then grabbed the empty pan and smashed it.
“Noah!” she cried out and jumped back, alarmed.
Sifting through the pieces he grabbed a small gear and with the remaining metal handle of the pen, fashioned a crude screwdriver which slotted perfectly into the screw head of the door latch. Twisting, Noah worked on their escape.
Elle leaned back against a cold shelf, hugging herself. Here she had been lost in the moment, feeling the entire world tilt, listening to her heart and her entire body sing. In the meanwhile, his sciency little brain had been picking away on the problem of their escape.
Josephine Beintema 