I always liked to believe I was quite a bold woman-but this moment shared with Jack had further proved this theory. I grew anxious to be revealed if the elevator were to stop on another floor during this moment, but also thrilled to the same extent. I was unaware if Jack cared for me in a way aside from friendship or simply lust, but I was repressed and at the ready.
My fingers pulled his belt to me until I was sandwiched between him and the elevator wall. As his lips remained on my own, I strategically placed my face at an angle so he would kiss my neck. But as I wanted a quick bang in the elevator, every motion he made had been tender; something I wasn't used to-something that I didn't know I even liked. But as his fingers cemented in my hair, lessening the ponytail until it fell compl
