“Most people would be terrified to be stuck in an elevator with me.” Goosebumps flare along her neck where I whisper by her ear. “Good thing I’m not stuck in here with you,” the smart-ass replies. Slamming a hand against the emergency stop button I cage her into the corner of the elevator. One arm frames her head against the doors and the other stays on top of the button stopping any escape she might hope to make. It’s silent except for both of our stilted breathing. “You were saying?” I murmur.
