“Never have I ever kissed someone in an elevator.” His low, raspy words suck the rest of the air out of the room, specifically from my lungs. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss the girl who’s driving me fucking insane with how badly I want my lips on hers in a broken elevator where she looks so goddamn beautiful I feel like I can’t even breathe.” He adds the next part as if he needs to make it even more clear to me that I’m the girl he kissed… or intends to.
