{"id":11279,"date":"2023-11-28T02:21:34","date_gmt":"2023-11-28T07:21:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=11279"},"modified":"2023-11-28T02:21:34","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T07:21:34","slug":"yours-initially-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/ru\/yours-initially-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Yours Initially #4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">You press the faded black button and wait for the elevator, the numbers above the door counting down slowly. When it arrives with a quiet ding, you step inside the metallic box and press the number 10 with an impatient jab of your finger. The doors judder and slide closed, closing you in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">That\u2019s when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye\u2014a man slips in just as the doors creak shut. You sneak a glance at him. He\u2019s tall with tousled brown hair, wearing a slate gray suit with no tie. His suit jacket is slung over one arm, shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">You both grasp the handrail and face forward quietly as the elevator starts to climb. Out of nowhere, you feel it jolt violently before coming to an ominous, grinding halt between the 7th and 8th floors. The metallic groan trails off into silence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">You look upwards, eyes darting around the small space. The floor number is frozen stubbornly on 7.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\"><em>Fucking hell.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">You exchange nervous glances with the handsome man, swallowing down the strange blend of thrill and anxiety from this unexpected confinement. You try the emergency phone\u2014dead. You both rattle the doors and shout for help until your voices go hoarse. After more attempts to pry open the door fail, you both slump against the walls. With no way of knowing if anyone heard, discouragement sinks in. After a moment, the man clears his throat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">\u201cWell, this is unfortunate,\u201d he mutters, staring up at the panel of unlit buttons. His voice is low and raspy. He runs a hand through his hair before turning to you. \u201cMight as well get comfortable,\u201d he offers an easy grin at odds with your dire predicament. &#8220;I\u2019m Jack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">\u201cSam,\u201d you reply automatically with a tentative smile. His hazel eyes meet yours for a lingering moment. You hope the heat you feel rising in your cheeks isn\u2019t visible.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">Jack sighs heavily and sinks down to sit on the floor, leaning against the faux wood paneling. You remain standing uncertainly for a few more seconds before lowering yourself down across from him, knees tucked up to your chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">You both eye the useless emergency phone for a few silent minutes, dread creeping into your minds about how long you might be trapped. Jack pulls out his smartphone and grimaces. \u201cNo signal,\u201d he mutters before stuffing it back into his pocket.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">The air already feels warmer. Still, you rub your bare arms with the palms of your hands, trying to soothe your rising nerves. Trying not to think about how quickly this metal box could turn into an oven.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"whitespace-pre-wrap\"><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times;\">\u201cAre you cold?\u201d Jack asks, misreading your discomfort. \u201cHere,&#8221; he offers, draping his jacket around your bare shoulders before you can respond. The flex of obvious muscle beneath his shirt and veined forearms make you catch your breath for a second. <em>Stop ogling him<\/em>, you scold yourself, glancing away.<\/span><\/p>\nJoin us or log in to read more.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You press the faded black button and wait for the elevator, the numbers above the door counting down slowly. When it arrives with a quiet ding, you step inside the metallic box and press the number 10 with an impatient jab of your finger. The doors judder and slide closed, closing you in. That\u2019s when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye\u2014a man slips in just as the doors creak shut. You sneak a glance at him. 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