Welcome LGBT AuthorTheo Fenraven to the blog with an exclusive short story just for us.
The Elevator
We were running late, and when we saw the elevator open across the lobby, we darted straight toward it and inside, smiling at each other as the doors shut.
Only a few more minutes, and it would be done.
My heart was beating in my throat and I was sweating with nerves. Judging by Chris’s paleness, he wasn’t feeling like the Rock of Gibraltar either.
The elevator bumped to a stop between the first an...
Published on May 24, 2013 06:06