"I think we should go," Elizabeth looked towards the doorway and then back to Sawyer. "What if those kids come back? Or if they find our stuff? And that wolf was so emaciated that it probably tore through our stuff to get to food after I left."
He didn't care about any of that,and he knew that she didn't, either.
"I know this place is f*****g filthy…" Sawyer glanced at the table and then looked back at Elizabeth. He was weighing up their options, but it took no time for him to make his mind up and he moved swiftly to press Elizabeth’s hands against the edge of the desk, grateful that the kids who had intended to spend their evening being needlessly destructive had swept the thick layer of musty filth from the top of it so they had somewhere to leave their things.
He kept his hands ove
