He's hugging me.
I can't break away.
"What are you saying; you're hurting my feelings."
He murmurs into my hair.
My face heats up again.
"But... but... then what do we..."
I stammer into his jacket.
"Oh, just let them be."
"But..."
He pokes me on the forehead.
"Ouch, what...?"
"Just let them be."
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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]
