Olivia Westview
The elevator doors opened to the lobby, but the world beyond those metal doors barely registered in my mind.
My heart was still pounding from the intensity of our kiss, the feel of James’s hands on me, the taste of his lips still lingering on mine. We were both breathing hard, our chests rising and falling in unison, but there was no time to catch our breath. I couldn’t walk fast enough as James grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the elevator.
We moved quickly, almost frantically, through the lobby, weaving between the few late-night stragglers who barely noticed us in their own haste to get home. The heat between us hadn’t cooled—it had only intensified, simmering just beneath the surface, ready to explode again at any moment. I stumbled once, my heel catching on the
