DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

LILA
Maddox and I were still wrapped in each other’s
arms when the door of the storage closet
opened, and the janitor peered inside with a look
of horror on his face.
“What are you two doing in here?” He held the door
open, and the light from the hallway bathed the inside of
the dark room.
Maddox’s grip on me tightened at the new voice, and he
kept his face buried in my neck. His silent tears soaked
through my blouse as I smoothed a hand down his back.
“I’m right here,” I whispered in his ear before looking up at
the janitor, who was limping inside. He had a bad leg, the
rumors said it was from a military accident. He had been
working for Berkshire for fifteen years now, and he was
loved by everyone. Sweet Mister Johnson.
“We got locked in by accident,” I explained, motioning
toward the TV with one hand. “We had to get the TV, but
the door closed on us.”
Mr. Johnson looked down at Maddox and I, where we
were still kneeling. I was practically sitting on his lap, and
his arms around me were tight. Maddox was a sinking ship;
he was drowning in the wreckage of a wounded heart, and I
was the anchor holding him together.