"Do something, Miss Wilson." I growled out when we were stuck on the thirteenth floor of the old building.
The building wasn't even that old to get the door stuck because of the rain pouring outside.
I felt like something was clawing on my neck and then on my chest, restricting me from breathing properly. I was also feeling nauseous. This feeling of helplessness, of fear made it even more difficult for me to keep breathing.
I'd die. Without letting the woman beside me know that I like her. f**k, who can even love a woman as fierce as her. Maybe an equally fierce man.
"How am I supposed to do anything, Mr. Atticus? You shouldn't keep your important files here, first of all. And if you want to, you should repair this damn place! I fear this building might fall down in a month or so." S
