Going Up

He tried to focus on anything else-the faint groaning of the elevator, the muffled city noises beyond, the slightly stale air of the lift. But none of it worked. His body, it seemed, had ideas of its own; he had kissed her... and his body had responded. Quickly. Much quicker than he might have expected. It was overwhelming. And inappropriate. This was not the time or place for this. What the hell just happened?