A cold sensation.
Metal... The lift?
I open my eyes.
At the same time, we draw apart.
I blush heavily and cover my mouth.
The young man next to me smiles widely.
I open my mouth, my voice muffles by my hand.
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]
