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“I have a meeting with your father.”

She finally glanced at me again, the sensation in my chest pounding even harder now. “I know you’re not here to see me.”

And then she looked away, leaving me with a fucking ache as the elevator began to rise.

The emergency button was only inches from my hand. Pulling it would stop the elevator from moving.

I was so fucking tempted.

To back her up against the wall and punish her with my tongue.

Ravage her.

To show her how much I missed her.

But I didn’t.

I stared at the numbers as we climbed, each floor lighting up as we passed it. And seconds before we reached hers, I couldn’t avoid her any longer. I took in that beautiful profile, feeling my breath leave my body as I exhaled, wishing that air was hitting her skin while my nose grazed across her.

I could almost taste her.

I could certainly smell her, that fall scent wrapping around me in this small space.

Part of me expected for her to be looking at me, for her eyes to be so fixed on mine, pleading