Fingers interlaced, Julian and Lilianna wound endure the endless climbing of the elevator that seemed to stop upon each of the twelve floors before it would reach their own. But as each floor was met with the parting of the metal doors and the introduction to a momentary traveling companion, Julian became restless with the beautiful woman at his side. Beginning at the first floor, her fingers brushed the tips of his own as a test to sense how much he would allow before he would tear her away into obscurity and make her his once again. By the third floor, her touch had climbed to his forearm and ascended even further until they passed the fourth floor and her fingertips now teased his shoulders. Now halfway to the top of the establishment, she had her touch within his hair and her body push
