Page 24 of Haven

When they bump into the wall behind them, Ashlyn steps closer to me, barely avoiding becoming a casualty of teenage hormones. Her arm brushes mine as she blows out another silent breath.

“Didn’t feel like taking the stairs?” I whisper, and I’m rewarded with a devious smile.

She pops her shapely leg out of the thigh-high slit in her flowing blue gown, revealing a pair of silver stilettos. “These shoes make my legs look incredible, but they’ve been pinching my toes all night.”

I drag an appreciative eye over her toned, tanned thigh.

Yup, they do look incredible.

Her ass does too, but I’m pretty sure the shoes didn’t have a thing to do with either one. “They sure do.”

Ashlyn’s cheeks pink, and her lips tip up at the compliment as she adjusts the floaty layers of her dress.

The doors open on the fiftieth floor.

The two dumb kids barely pull apart long enough to walk through the doors, and when they close again, the two of us laugh.

“Geez, I guess that’s one way to forget you’re in an elevator,” she laughs, and blood rushes to my cock at the idea of pushing her up against the wall.

Bad idea, man.

“We’ll be in the lobby in a minute,” I reassure her.

Only, before my next breath, the elevator jolts and drops.

Holy shit.

Screams bounce off the golden walls, but even they can’t hide the screeching of the metal cable trying to stop our plummet.

The lights flicker and go out, and we both fall back against the wall.

Ashlyn crashes into me, sobbing, and I wrap my arms around her and brace us both for impact, then do something I never thought I’d do again.

I pray to a God who never answered me before.

I’m not ready to die.

The elevator jerks to a stop, and we both crash to the floor.

Fuck.Fuck.Fuuuuuck.

“Oh my God,” Ashlyn cries hysterically.

I sit there for a second, with her hysterical in my arms, wondering if this is really happening. This isn’t the movies. Elevators don’t fall. But when I open my eyes and try to look around the dark space, we’re not moving, and nothing inside the space is lit.

Shit. “Are you hurt?”

Her entire body shakes against mine, but she doesn’t answer me.

“Ashlyn...” I cup her face and run my thumbs over her wet cheeks, then down her bare arms. “I need to know if you’re hurt.”

“I don’t...” She sucks in a shaky breath, then another. “I don’t think so.”

I can barely make out her face in the dark, but I don’t need to see her to feel her tears. “We need to get out of here,” she sobs.

“I agree.” I pull my phone from my pocket but don’t have any damn bars.Fuck.

The flashlight.

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