ABBY

 

He takes my hand and presses the liquor cabinet, then it swings open. The door looks like it can only fit one person.

“Well, that’s new. What I’ve seen are bookshelves.”

“Yeah, you’re right. The liquor cabinet is my passage. So, can we keep it as our secret?” He winks at me, and instead of giggling, I smile and bite my lip.

“Sure, when one of us is dead.”

“Funny. Can we not talk about death?” He’s still holding my hand, and I can’t help but tighten the grip as it feels good. He closes the door behind me and flicks the light open.

“Watch your step. The stairs...