“Going to be a late night,” she jokes, turning to look at me as she rests on her knees.
“Fine with me.” A smile forms on my mouth as I walk over and join her on the carpet.
We empty folder after folder, then match the dated papers with the corresponding folders.
The first half of the work flies as we laugh, reminiscing on old times.
I throw a few flirtatious lines in, and she doesn’t reject them.
It feels like no time has passed at all. I missed these moments with her.
More than she will ever know.
Finally, the last paper gets filed properly and she closes the folder. “I’ll talk to Rosalie on Monday. This won’t happen again.”
“I really do appreciate you staying and helping me.” Smiling, she leads the way to the elevator after we grab out stuff. The doors open and we step inside.
We both reach for the G button, and our fingers touch, sending a spark up my arm.
There’s still this undeniable attraction and tension between us.
I just wish I didn’t have to fight it.
She blushes, saying sorry, but I stop her. “Please stop apologizing. Neither of us did anything wrong.”
Her beautiful blue eyes stare at me, and it’s evident that she knows I’m not just talking about pressing the button on the wall.
I mean everything between us…
The small space we stand in begins heating up quickly, hot enough to burn this entire building to the ground.
The air falls silent again until she turns to say something to me again, and without my inner thoughts talking me out of it, I grab her face.
The moment my lips touch hers, my entire body ignites.
Her hands grab the front of my shirt, gripping the fabric between her fingers.
My tongue enters her mouth, finding her tongue in some wild dance.
God … I missed you …
