Trey wasn't sure whether to count it a blessing that the chain could just barely reach him to the tiny bathroom. If he positioned himself just right, he could use the toilet. That was about the only good thing about the cold metal wrapped around his ankle. It couldn't reach him to the stairs, not that it would have made a difference if it did. It wasn't like he could leave with his ankle cuffed.
He spent most of the day dozing off, replenishing his energy after a long night spent just thinking and enjoying Danielle's warm, soft body pressed to his side. Thankfully, her intoxicating female scent lingered on him and kept him company all day.
If anyone asked him what the hell he was doing, Or what he thought would happen, Trey couldn't have provided any response worth a brain cell in his h
