Nessa Sims
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He pulled me closer and his lips met mine, kissing me fiercely; as though he had been waiting for this moment for a long while. His hand rested on the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss, angling my head better.
I pulled away slightly, breathing heavily. “What are we doing?” I questioned under my breath even if I didn’t want an answer, I didn’t want him to stop.
The elevator stopped at the 6th floor and he pulled away and walked outside acting like nothing had happened while I was still in a daze.
The man who had come earlier with the painting was by the stairs waiting. He walked up to him and took the painting from him.
I was still taken aback by what had just happened in the elevator. I’d always wondered what an elevator kiss would feel like. It had a differe
