In a Lurch.

My stomach lurched to a stop along with the elevator. It threw my balance and I grasped randomly for support. The man I inadvertently reached for reacted by embracing me in strong arms hidden beneath a formal three-piece suit. I looked up into his eyes attempting to reflect thanks in my own. My eyes fastened on his deep blue eyes as though they had a magnetic pull.

“Thanks.”

He responded with his barritone, “No problem.”

Was I imagining a spark of interest in his eyes? I traced the strong line of his jaw with my fluttering heart. Was this love?


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Week # 10 Prompt:
Two strangers are caught in a broken elevator. A love story ensues.