I slammed my hand on the elevator door and it stopped. I stepped in. There you stood-same scent, same look, that miniskirt... God, you're really back. Every moment of that night flooded my mind. If you only knew how many times I've imagined holding you, hearing you call my name. Now you're here, just YOU and ME, and I don't know how long I can hold back. I hit the stop button. The elevator halted.
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