With more strength and speed than she knew she had, she pushed the heavy kitchen table against the counter before she covered it with a sheet and then another one. Once the sheets were settled over it securely, she made her way back to Adam, stooping to help him rise onto unsteady feet.
He struggled, his body seemed more off-balance now that he was inside the home than it was before.
But she managed to keep him upright, pressing her own body into his when he tiled too heavily in one direction, as she stripped all the soaking clothes from his body. She remembered how easily he undressed in front of her before, while she revealed more and more extremely pale flesh, damp with melted ice and miserably cold to the touch. She helped him walk to the table, thankful that he was so tall. When she
