My face is overwhelmed with heat in seconds.
I clutch my hands to my chest.
Why is he...here?
His voice sounds close to my ear.
"Do you want to find out what's on the 31st floor?", he asks.
...How did he know?
I nod my head, speechless even without the hand over my mouth.
"Okay", he says, dropping his hand.
"Then close your eyes."
YOU ARE READING
The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
