The drive was silent and we stopped at his office. Elvis Empire, this place never ceases to intimidate me but having him by my side, I am fine.
It's been a while since I came here. He opened the door for me, he held my hand, my cheeks heated up as we walked inside.
People looked at us, their stares were at our hands. Just like the last time, his whole being was protective over mine.
The lift was filled with too many people- again.
"Let's take the stairs." I whispered tugging on his sleeves.
"You know what floor my cabin is? Can you walk that much?" He inquired.
"I just don't want to go to a cramped place." I whispered again.
He looked at me, my gaze was fixed on the ground but I could feel the looks of people.
"Fine." He sighed.
We are standing at the stairs,
"It's on the 45th floor. Are you sure you can walk that much?" He asked again.
"Let's see. If I get tired, then we can take the lift." I recommend it. He nodded as we began to climb stairs.
