TWENTY ONE

DAMON

As I hurried my steps toward the elevator which would take me to the lobby, I fanned my face, totally unaware of the fact that my body was still wet.

After pressing for the elevator, I finally noticed how exposed my body was thanks to the soiled white shirt I had on. The towel in my hand felt small as I wondered how I would dry myself before I get to the lobby.

Well... I could lie if my mother asks questions.

I have been doing a lot of that these days anyway.

The faint sound that came with the doors of the elevator sliding apart reached my ears and I rushed into the waiting space while drying my body as fast as I could.

Almost nervously, the towel dabbed my broad chest and as I did that, I instantly recalled how her body pressed against mine. The crazy warmth I felt at that moment filled my mind.

But, I ignored that recollection and continued with what I was doing as the elevator began its ride.

While taking long, calming breaths, I tucked my shirt in and noted the slight