I could feel the tension rising again the minute we'd stepped into the lift, the small space forcing us in close together, but somehow we'd managed to linger apart, like two similar sides of the magnet drifting in before just barely glancing away. It's a relief in itself to get the heels off, and the sensation of soft rugs underneath my feet is enough to make me feel a little more comfortable in being here, inside this abandoned place, the shells of memories lingering around us. I've only just made it towards the doorway of the first room when I feel a hand at my waist, fingers curling in the fabric of the dress, and I turn in kind, spinning halfway.

I'm effectively reeled back in, pivoting back into his arms as my own wind up around his neck, the movement familiar this time after the beach, my mouth finding his in the darkness with minimal fumbling. I can feel the wall inches away and back up, using the leverage to pull him in flush against me, needing more body contact with each second that passes.

It's quieter in here, no waves on the beach to muffle us, nothing but what sounds like the ticking of a distant clock as I sigh into the kiss, press in, draw myself closer and as everything I'm feeling starts to spill over.