I looked up at him, my eyes becoming molten lava in a moment, as I felt my body relax. He wore a coy, self satisfactory look on his face.
"Come on," he snapped, suddenly losing patience as he grabbed my hand again and pulled me along.
He picked up the binoculars around his neck and brought them up to his eyes as he moved swiftly through the crowd. What the hell had just happened? It was that same exhilarating feeling I felt the first time I kissed him. What was wrong with me? He had all but kidnapped me, for goodness sake. And why the hell hadn't he gotten me more comfortable shoes?
Sometime later, we all filed back into the elevator and went up to the second level. The men in black suits surrounded us. This was all very overwhelming and discomforting.
Again, on the second floor, ever
