Chapter 11
BRETT
I made a vow to myself in the car. And I’m struggling to keep it.
The ride up to my apartment floor less than an hour after my dinner with Elsie is tense, the air heavy, and in an elevator with only the two of us, the two of us stand on opposite sides, not saying a word, our eyes focused on the silver double doors and not each other. Through the silence of the cramped metal quarters, I swear I can hear her beating heart, the sound of her slightly galloping pulse as she stares at the buttons on the lift, her small Converse-covered feet shifting.
Her skin still looks damp from the humid night, her small shoulders still bare. The hoodie she’d draped around her body now lies tied at a waist too tiny to be real, and if I couldn’t see her, hear her, practically f*****g taste
