*Flashback*
Jack
The elevator ride to my floor took forty seconds, and it was the longest forty seconds of my life.
She stood beside me with her fingers laced in front of her, watching the numbers climb. Her reflection in the brushed steel was a blur of dark hair and a pale dress, and every few seconds her eyes flicked to mine in the mirrored wall and slid away again. Neither of us said a word. I could hear her pulse, or I imagined I could. I rubbed my hand along the back of her neck, and she leaned into my touch.
Her light floral scent was driving me crazy.
I kissed her the second the door closed behind us.
The room was dark except for the moonlight slipping through the curtains, laying silver across the floor and the edge of the bed. The city hummed far below, and for once I didn’t
