Cairo carries me like I don't weigh anything at all.
My arms are locked around his neck, and my face is tucked into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in that mesmerizing scent of honey and expensive vodka from his skin.
We aren't heading toward a fancy lobby. We’re literally walking toward a skeletal cage made of yellow mesh and rusted steel.
It looks like an industrial hoist for construction workers.
This is not the kind of place that gives a lady butterflies, it's the kind that makes her heart race with terror.
As he steps inside the elevator cage, the metal floors groan under his boots.
I’m pressed so tight against him that I can feel the heat coming off his chest through my thin uniform.
My leg brushes against the pocket of his black pants, and I feel something hard as ro
