lena said, trying to push his arm away

mured. "I think you'r

her hand. "

to the private elevator. He punc

are we

he said

se living room. One wall was entirely glass.

ss door and kicked it open. The

lena out ont

ena gasped. She squ

fear of heights. It was a remnant of a

ow that. Or mayb

er toward t

eyes," he

ng his lapels blindly. Her kn

backward. Her lower back hit the railing. There was no

lamped her arms around Authur's neck, burying her face in h

r. It wasn't fake. It wasn't a

her waist, instinctivel

obbed into his shirt.

had. He had expected her to fight. He hadn't expecte

said, his voice d

nto the safety of the living room. He ki

he stood there, shaking

her face pale. The adrenaline of the moment sh

down her back. S

ights," he stated. I

whispered,

ands on her waist. He looked at her lips. Th

gh as you pretend

ntrigued. He brushed his lips against her ear.

to the zipper

d. A memory flashed-not of heigh

ved him

N

es wide with a different k

k, insulted. "What?

gasped, hugging herself.

jacket, his ego bruised. "Fine. Don