Meadow
We enter the elevator and stand side by side. I felt his knuckles lightly brush mine.
It was just a touch meadow. Control your dirty thoughts.
I take a step forward to distance myself from him. The proximity between us was making me uneasy. Having him this close to me was not helping my dirty thoughts. I raise my head to watch as the number on the elevator descends slowly. Too slow.
15….14…13…
It was late.
He took a step forward, closer to me, so that my back was almost touching his front. He is far too close.
I could feel his hot breath against my ear. He’s breathing, getting heavy and raspy.
All the hairs at the back of my neck stand. My skin broke out in goosebumps.
He’s far too close, but I’m paralyzed. I can't move. I don’t want to.
“Miss white,” He barely whispers
