'What are you doing?', he asked me. I replied, 'Eating.'
'We are being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen?' 'They didn't say the fridge was off limits.'
He looked at me amused. I kept eating, distracting myself.
After a while he said, 'You should stop that.' 'What?' 'Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.'
I looked at him stunned by his reply. 'I can't believe. . . we are kidnapped and you are saying this.' 'Why? You can eat and I can't say the truth?