The surroundings were deeply silent. The sound of a falling phone that slipped from his hand was heard after a few seconds, yet no one among us wanted to let our lips depart.
My fingers crawled into his chest, feeling his heartbeat in the most unusual manner. My feet rose, tiptoeing to make him comfortable with the kiss we shared in the middle of the malfunctioning elevator.
His fingers slid into my hair at the back of my head, assisting my head in following the rhythms of his gentle kiss.
How could this be?
Every time that he was letting his tongue slide into my mouth, I was like a flower that was wanting to bloom and let the butterfly suck the nectar from my wholeness.
The entire elevator was dark because the flashlight of his phone was covered, but the more I close my eyes, th
