Rebirth Into My Second Chance

In the dim glow of the emergency light, I extended a granola bar toward him, and he remarked with a deep voice, "You sure are keeping your cool."

"Dr. Hilton, you taught me that. On the operating table, I had to save lives, even if it was someone who had hurt me. Who's got more mental strength than me?"

My self-deprecating comment made him tighten his grip on my arm a bit more.

The elevator lights went off as I moved the granola bar toward his mouth. Suddenly, I had no idea where to aim the snack. My fingertips accidentally brushed against something soft and warm, which made my face red in the darkness. Thankfully, he couldn't see anything in the pitch-black. That softness was his lips, which I remembered tasting a few times.

Even in the dark, Max accurately grabbed my wrist and took the granola bar from my hand.

As time ticked by with no sign of rescue, my anxiety started to kick in. The darker it got, the more I was reminded of being hurt in that dark, secluded cabin. A shiver of cold began to run through my body.

"What's wrong?" Max asked, reaching out to hold my hand. Instinctively, I pushed him away and shouted, "Don't touch me!"

time

my fluctuating demeanor made me look foolish in Max's eyes. All I could think about

I felt nauseous, scared, and

"Claire."

how many times Max called my name. Finally, his long fingers steadied my

panic and fear inside me began to fade away. As I slowly regained my senses, the elevator lights turned

find myself in Max's embrace, locked in a kiss. His face was even redder than mine. The elevator doors slid open before I could react

turning away to say, "Dr. Hilton, the elevator's fixed

pretended to straighten my clothes, puffing my cheeks and exhaling deeply. It seemed

know someone was coming to rescue us? Is that why you were so calm?" I asked, finding it hard to believe he had resorted to such an