by Lana Wexler
Tropes:
forcedproximity,
firstperson,
adult
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Harlow Bennett has sat six feet from Desmond Kane for eleven months and never said one word about it. Then their elevator dies between the eighth and ninth floors on a Friday night, the emergency light goes blue, and the two of them are stuck in a four-by-five box with nothing left to do but finally look at each other.
What neither of them says out loud, for most of a very long ninety minutes, is that the car did not stop on its own. Harlow reached over and pressed the STOP button somewhere around the fourteenth floor, lost her nerve, and pretended she was reaching for the rail. Dez pressed it himself, five floors later, for the exact same reason. Two people, one crush eleven months deep, two secret hands on the same brass button, and not one confession between them until the dark makes lying impossible.
By the time building services pries the doors open, they have admitted to a great deal more than the button. Two coworkers, one dead elevator, and a stop nobody meant to press but both of them did.
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