hardly above a whisper.
His head dips, his breath tickling my hairline.
“This is the part in the movie where I hold out my hand and say,‘You trust me?’,prayin’ you don’t laugh in my face.”
The elevator dings.
The doors open.
Elevator’s empty.
We step inside.
I take the back wall,
clutching the railing.
Andrew stands beside me,
watching me through the mirror.
We rise higher andhigher,
the floors lighting up, one after another.
There’re knots in my stomach?—
a lot of them
bouncing everywhere.
My heart’s rolling with this date,
but the rest of me is mocking me
for being this fucking stupid.
Andrew exhales, unable to stand it any longer.
“Yo—hold up a sec,” he says,
turning to face me, stepping closer.
“Something’s happenin’ in you right now.
“I feel you freezin’ up?—
“let’s not skip past this."
He wets his bottom lip and lifts his chin.
“That look on your face?
“You think I brought you here to fuck you?”
His gaze drifts across my face.
Then he rocks back half a step,
