My eyes shut.
Darkness...
It seems warm.
A sweet scent enters my nose. A puff of breath.
I open my eyes a fraction.
His face is... right there.
Wha...?
"Don't open your eyes", he whispers.
I screw my eyes shut.
What is he doing?
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]
