He drags me into the elevator and I follow him, almost tripping on my nails.

He hits the button and the thing starts sliding up, but he slams the emergency stop button again, causing the elevator to halt.

"What are you doing!" I scream into his shirt since he's refused to let go of me.

God, I want to hug him, I want to hold him, and sniff the hell out of that honey and vodka scent of his.

Then I'll fall asleep on his chest, forgetting Mom and Eden and everything going wrong in my life.

But he doesn't look like he's in "cuddle mode."

His hand locks around...