A moment later, as the elevator ascended, Jessica leaned forward, moving closer to Will's ear, and whispered in a voice so low that only he could hear, "So, how was it? Did you have a blast last night?"
Will pursed his lips and ignored her, but Jessica moved even closer to him.
"Are you angry? I was just trying to be nice. Didn't it suit your taste, or shall I change it up for you tonight..."
Unable to suppress his anger, Will's left arm shot up, his elbow jutting towards her, given how much this wretched girl had tormented him the night before, even a gentleman would be driven to rage.
Jessica hadn't expected his sudden attack, and in the confined space of the elevator, she couldn't dodge. She could only awkwardly shrink back. His elbow didn't really harm her, but it still made contact with her body—right on her chest.
Will felt his elbow hit something soft, and before he could register which part of her body it was, he was struck hard in the lower back by her fist.
