Suddenly, I blush deeply.
The owner of the voice chuckles beside me.
He pulls me to my feet and I lean on him to steady myself.
I move away when I realize what I am doing.
My face is so red right now.
Seeing my reaction, he smiles and says,
"Well, putting that aside, look around. Isn't this what you wanted to see?"
I forget the incident for a moment and lift my eyes.
And I really forget about all else when the scene before me leaps into my sight.
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]
