Zina's POV
Jared placed his hand, again, to the small of my back and pushed me through the door.
We walked down a darkened hallway, only lit with small red bulbs here and there until we got to another door. He punched in a code on the keypad and turned the knob.
"Watch your step, Zina," he said with concern, his right arm going around my waist, fingers lightly digging into the skin there, his left hand reaching out to hold my left hand so he had slight control of my movements.
And I saw what he meant as we immediately went down a flight of stairs.
Wherever this place was, whatever it was, it was underground. But I didn't mind as the feeling of his large warm hands holding me in various places had my heart pounding.
I must've been trembling a bit because the hand he had holding my hip pulled me into his body and opened to begin lightly rubbing in a soothing manner as we got to the bottom of the stairs.
