“What?” His chest collapses and lines crease his forehead. “Since when do you do that?” “Since yesterday.” His jaw clenches in reproach. “Are you taking the car?” The elevator buzzes angrily since he has the doors propped open for so long. I push his arm off and he takes a step back. “No,” I tell him. “It’s all yours. I plan on drinking.” “Lily,” he says. “Don’t do this.” The elevator doors begin to close. “Lily!” He tries to stick his hand in, but they shut before he can. “Dammit,” I hear him curse, leaving me with one last view of him inhaling a sharp breath.
mmm. HE CARESSS.
