Page 51 of Do-Over with my Ex

We were alive.

“What do we do now?” Celine asked.

I pulled out my phone from the backpack. The pack and the phone were waterproof, thank fuck.

No bars.

Shit.

“We have no signal out here.”

“So… we can’t call for help?” Celine asked. She checked her phone, too, before she cursed.

“So, what? What are we supposed to do?” Panic laced her voice.

“We wait out the storm first,” I said. “After that, we’ll go out and see if we can figure out how far down the mountain we are.”

Celine nodded, shivering again.

“Here,” I said, and I pulled the backpack I still wore off my back. “Get out of your wet clothes.”

“And then?”

“Wrap the blanket around you for warmth, and we’ll take it from there.”

She shook her head. “Your backpack is—”

“Waterproof,” I said and unzipped it. “Everything is still dry, including our jackets, the blanket and the matches.”

“Oh, my God,” Celine said. “You really have done this a lot.”

I chuckled. “I do know what I’m doing, you know.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m starting to see that.”

She stripped off her clothes, and I tried not to stare. Even in our dire situation, she was so fucking hot.

While she got undressed, I focused my energy on building a fire. There wasn’t much to work with, but the cave had dried leaves and twigs, and that would have to do.

When the fire was lit and the debris crackled, there was a bit of warmth to be had.

I stripped off most of my wet clothes, too, sitting in only my boxers closer to the fire. The fabric wasn’t very natural, so it would dry quickly.

Celine stared at the small fire, her face grim. She had the blanket wrapped tightly around her.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She glanced at me. “I’m lost.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I said.

“I didn’t mean physically. Well, that, too, I guess. Notonlyphysically.”

“What do you mean, then?” I asked.

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

I blinked at her. “For what?” I’d never heard Celine say she was sorry. Ever.