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You were sitting with two of your coworkers, who you would consider your closest friends on your lunch break. You haven’t spoken to Nanami since the weekend, sharing texts back and forth on which movie was playing in theaters. How adorable you thought that Nanami was so consistent in keeping a little tradition you both had. It seemed as if he liked to have a routine, and you did too. You scrolled through a list of what movies were currently playing and selected three to forward to Nanami and let him make the final decision. You giggled at his text when he shared that he already bought 2 tickets in advance.

"What?" your coworker asked leaning over your shoulder to look over your cellphone. You flinched and brought the phone to your chest. "Nothing what." you responded. "You were smiling on your phone and ignoring my conversation."

"It's nothing just a funny video." you dismissed. You didn't want to tell anyone outside of your family the relationship you were developing with Nanami just yet. What if someone were to find him and snatch him up before you? That can't happen at all. You had to remind yourself, Nanami Kento is still…a man. But he was so different from the last men you've encountered in your life. But that scared you a bit, what if all how he portrayed himself was just an act? Your horrible luck with men left a scar in your heart, always second guessing yourself on whether you'll ever be good enough for the man that's in front of your eyes. And Nanami was more than enough to you. You would describe him as all the male characters in the romance books you read. And oh how you wished to see him everyday, be apart of his life even. You were ready to experience it. What it would be like to call you his girlfriend, what it would be like to take so many pictures together, and what it would be like to just wake up the next day with him right by your side. You couldn't wait any longer, maybe you had to push a few buttons. But what if he wasn't ready at all? All these questions in your head left you to no answer whatsoever. But you knew someone that did.

You tapped your older sisters contact and typed out your message and hit send:

'i need to talk to you, can i come over maybe this weekend?'

Emiri

'sure! come over at 2? Got some errands to do before.'

You breathed and went back inside as your lunch break had ended quicker than you thought.

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You knock on the door to your sisters apartment that she shared with her husband. You felt fortunate that they decided to live not far from you and your parents home. Only having to take 2 different trains. Long rides, but they at least you didn't need to take an airplane to visit your sister on the weekends. She opened the door and you invited yourself inside, "I made us these hot pumpkin chai lattes, I've always wanted to try them so let me know if you like it." she said. You nodded your head back at her and put your bag down on the living room sofa. "So what's wrong, why did you need to see me?" she asked. You sat down with her in the small dining table, looking down at the hot mug of the latte with whipped cream on top. You took a small sip trying not to burn your tongue. "It's good, I like it." and you did, it had the perfect amount of sugar and spice for you. Nanami would probably like it as well you thought. Then you realized why you were here originally for Emiri. "I'm here because I want to have a second opinion other than mom…" You stared down at your hands on the table. "Okay? About what?" she asked, her face already showing slight signs of worry.

"About Nanami-" you said.

"Oh no, what happened? Did he do something mean, I swear if he did something." she responded, already getting agitated just from the subject. "No, he didn't do anything wrong, I think it's just me." You muttered at the end. "Oh god, what did you do?" Emiri questioned. "No! Nothing!" This had already not go to plan.

"So then, what happened?"

"Well ever since he took me out the other night, I've never really had these feelings so hard for anyone. I want to see him every day, I daydream of what our future could be like together, as stupid and pathetic as that sounds. I sometimes wish he could just ask me to date him, but if he ever did, I feel like I would throw my guts up and get so scared. We call and text but nothing is really initiated, it's all just mutual. I sometimes feel too vulnerable and it scares me, a lot. I don't know what to do, and I get so worried that he could be talking to other women and cut me off and I'm so terrified on how my heart would take that. I can't even tell my friends about him because I'm scared they would somehow get his contact and just take him because he's such a good man, he's what any girl wants in a man.." Your face was burning red right now. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and looked up at the ceiling like a tone of bricks just plopped on your shoulders, but at the same time you felt relieved you could finally tell this to someone.

Your sister sighed at your entire rant and mumbled your name, "I understand..dating is really scary, but that's where putting trust in him comes to part. Don't you trust him that he wouldn't be leading you on?"

"I don't know…my past relationships with men were never great. You know that."

"Every human being on this Earth is different. I know your history with guys aren't great, mine weren't either, you remember my first ex. But something tells me my first relationship won't end the same way yours will."

"I don't know, things can happen.." You said.

"Maybe, but you'll never know unless you try. You do want him right?" Emiri asked you. You nodded your head back, you've never wanted a man in your whole entire life. Only just the silly fictional characters in the books you read or the movies you watch. But a whole real man has never walked in your life for you to see your whole future with until now.

You groaned and took a long sip of your warm drink, "It's just so crazy how he consumes my brain, we text but I hate texting, sometimes I even hate calling. And we face timed once because he was multi tasking, I couldn't go to bed after that night by the way. I just want to see him every single day. We could be doing nothing and I wouldn't even care, as long as he's just there."

"Then go after him, what I mean by that is don't literally chase him. The man has to always has to go after the girl. But, keep him wrapped around your finger. You need to trust in yourself that this can happen. And it will. Whole time this feelings you have is just you falling in love, which by the way I think it's so adorable that you're telling me all this." your older sister added. Your cheeks flushed from the embarrassment that you basically just poured your whole heart out to her about this man you've been seeing for a few months. And all that she said was right. Falling in love is the scariest thing to you right now, since it was pretty much your first time ever. Doing all this, and having no little faith in yourself did nothing to help.

And when it came to your body reactions, anything Nanami Kento did as a gentleman made your stomach do an insane amount of cartwheels. And whenever you would read one of your romantic books that had explicit content, sometimes your mind would drift to him wondering what it would be like if he had touch you so intimately. It was dirty, something you've never thought of at all, you've never even been touched like that before in your life. The only access you had to sex was through the books you read and the time you and your friends accidentally came across an 18+ website when you were in high school. You sometimes felt guilty thinking that way of Nanami because of the way he treated you, but you couldn't even help it. You had strong feelings for him that weren't going away any time soon.

"Thanks for the advice." You said to your older sister. "Anytime, but now I want updates. When are you guys gonna hangout again?" she asked. You started telling her about the movies you've been seeing with him and how he seemed to be enjoying going with you cause he always asks you, only you. He never invited anyone else, it was always you and him at the movies every month.

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Nanami Kento was reading a book he brought while he was waiting once again for Satoru Gojo to show up. It had been months since they last saw each other and Gojo had at this point demanded Nanami to show up for lunch or else he would find where he lives someway somehow. If Gojo were to find Nanami's house he would never hear the end of it at all, probably poorly judge and critique how warm toned it is and how there is not a single speck of dust in the home, but that's just how Nanami liked it. Only thing was that he often felt alone sometimes, especially when he always had leftovers for dinner. Ever since he met her he wishes to share his leftovers. Sometimes he would get so lost in thought and make too much dinner, as if he was serving for 2. Which he never did until he met her. That worried him a lot, he was getting off-track of his regular life because of his fond attraction towards this woman. He didn't mind it, as he enjoyed spending time with her and she was overall a very good person. She always looked put together, had very elegant manners, and was willing to do things for him such as paying for him and never talked back. All these traits made her even more attractive to Nanami's eyes. His mind would drift off when he would read his dating-advice books, picturing scenarios to do with her. Such as, how she would react if he touched those delicate soft looking hands, or putting his arm around her shoulder when they sit down together. And those lips, always having a certain gloss on them, he wouldn't care what flavor the lipgloss would be, as long as he got just one chance to feel those lips on his. No. He had to think of the reality first. No matter what, he wanted your comfort first, you deserved that more than anything. Who was he to think if he could just kiss you? How dare he let himself get ahead like that. He's never even held hands with you, but he wants to change that fast. There just has to be a right timing like his books say. And he could feel one, but could she? That was always the hard part with it all, he didn't want to be so pushing with her. Didn't want to scare her away from anything, he wanted the exact opposite of that, he wanted her to come to him from anything she was scared of. And he would make it all right for her.

The door jingled and Nanami's eyes looked up and he saw Gojo walk in not noticing Nanami until he was deeper into the restaurant. Nanami pulled on his casual tie, he knew he had to tell Gojo what has been going on in his life. Even though he prefers to keep things to himself, that would never work for his friend at all.

"Nanamin~" the white hair man spoke and sat himself down straight across from Nanami. "It's been so long, I hope you bring good news about…certain things…" he continued. "Are you going to eat anything?" Nanami said handing Gojo an extra menu, "You know I'm not here for that! But a sandwich does sound good." The two ordered their meals, two sandwiches with fries on the side and continued where Gojo had left off, "So? Anything interesting happen? Or are you finally a lost cause to society."

Nanami cleared his throat before he spoke, "I know what you're asking but I don't really want to answer you." He tugged on his tie again, a bad habit he has whenever he gets flustered by something or nervous. "Are you kidding me?! Spill, tell me what happened." Gojo looked at him now upset, he deserved to know everything that's been going on. If it weren't for Gojo, Nanami would have never met this lovely girl. "I'm not one…to share my feelings like this with anyone…" Nanami said softly. "Yeah no shit, do you like being this closed off?" his friend asked.

Nanami sat still in silence, it wasn't that he enjoyed being closed off. He just didn't find the right person to open up to, and it was hard to find the right one. Until now. With her, he could feel a sense of warmth and almost feel seen whenever he talked to her about anything. And she would never judge, he hoped. But she didn't seem like the type to at all. "I don't want to be…I guess it's hard for me not to be." he continued.

"Well that won't do if you want things to go further by the way. You do want things to go further right? Judging by that book on the table." Gojo laughed and pointed at the closed book that contained helpful tips on dating judging by the title. Nanami on the other hand flipped the book over so he would stop staring at the bold cover, his face in full beat red. "As much as I hate to say it, I guess you are right. Whenever I get home after spending time with her, I feel as if there is an empty hole in my chest and I look around my apartment and see nothing but the same things everywhere; that makes me upset now and it used to not be that way. I don't like going home alone, it feels lonely. I don't like how I live the same way every single day anymore." He finished. For as long as he could remember, a simple lifestyle with a good paying job was just enough for Nanami. After that, he will plan to retire with enough money till his grave and live somewhere with no bustling streets at all and read all the books he could ever imagine. But he never imagined spending it with someone, although that would be nice. Now, he wants that more than ever. Through the years, the loneliness was slowing creeping up to him no thanks to the past weddings he's gone to and witnessing people falling in love all around him. As much as he tried to avoid it, he couldn't stand it anymore. And she was the reason to all these problems.

"So don't live that way anymore, maybe you should tell her what you're telling me." Gojo stated back. Nanami's shoulders flinched before he shook his head, "No, no, she could get weirded out." he interrupted.

"Would she really?" Gojo asked.

No, no she wouldn't. She wasn't like that, she would feel so sorry probably. The two sat in quiet for a few seconds. Nanami couldn't even figure out what to say out loud to him. But he knew one thing for sure, "I don't want to move things too fast…"

"Oh my god you're such a bore. You have too! If you keep things at one speed you'll never reach the finish line!" Gojo explained more, "Before you know it, she'll get tired of you acting the same."

But I don't want to scare her, Nanami would say. However, he would just be going in circles once again. He just had to do one thing, make the first move.

“What floor?” He speaks up.

“Oh, same as yours.” You say back, catching the glowing 28 he'd already pressed.

“Alright”

You can't help but stare at the veins running up his hands disappearing up his sleeve, feeling heat creep between your legs. Catch yourself getting distracted, then snap out of it. This is the perfect chance to make your intentions known.

“Keeping busy today, or is it a bit slower for you?”You blurt out, not knowing where to start.

“Pretty steady, not as much of a workload as last week though.” He huffs the last part out. “And you?”

Remembering last week when you and many other coworkers had to stay overtime almost every day. The flashback brings back the excitement you'd felt when you were able to see him for longer than usual. His loosened tie, effortlessly tousled hair from running his fingers through it, shoulders tense from exhaustion, wishing you could rub his shoulders and kiss up his neck and..

Your name broke you out of your chain of thought. Shit. You were staring.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking about last week.” You sputter out. “Same here though, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Hm”. The blonde man hummed.

Floor 18. Ok, you have time, considering the fact that this elevator is slow as hell; you can turn the conversation around. But to what?

The elevator dings, three more people sliding in, causing you to shift over to Nanamis' side. Score.

As soon as your right arm makes contact and gently presses into his left, you immediately hear his breath shift to shorter, somewhat like puffs. You glance up just as he redirects his gaze to you, and both of you shoot each other an apologetic look. After riding in silence for a minute or two, the elevator stops again, the others sliding back off the elevator at floor 22, leaving you two alone once again. Wanting to test your luck, you stay pressed to Nanamis' side. Not crowding, but existing.

His strong yet subtle cologne overwhelms your senses, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't turning you on. Before you get distracted again, you decide to take action. Turning to the tall gentleman pressing your breasts right into his arm, not forcing and giving him enough space to move if he wanted. Which he didn't.

“You're making my head spin quite a bit.” You deliver with a softer, more suggestive tone.

“Excuse me?” He says, turning his attention down as he talks to you. His eyes twitch in a way you would've missed if you weren't paying such close attention to him.

“Your cologne, I mean.” You say lightly, but still keeping the same sultry tone you had before.

Holding strong eye contact, there's a pause- one that's speaking for his pants fitting a bit tighter by the minute.

“Oh, thanks.” He muttered. Glancing down at your exposed cleavage, a bit of your red lace bra peeking out, before darting his eyes back up to meet yours. Flashing him a smile, looking up at him through your lashes, was enough for him to awkwardly grimace back and quickly look away with a tent growing in his slacks.

There.

There it was, the green light you've been waiting for. It was finally time to take that inch and make it a mile.

With the elevator reaching floor 28 and dinging, you guys go your separate ways. Walking to your desk, brainstorming ways to crack his composure, you catch a glimpse of him briskly walking straight to the bathroom, passing his own desk on the way. Weird.

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You knew you'd finally caught Nanami off-guard with how bold you were with your teasing in the elevator, but you hadn't thought it was this bad.

You felt as if he were purposely avoiding you. At the rare chance you caught him alone and attempted to spark up a conversation, he would coldly dismiss the conversation as quickly as he could, or dryly respond if you wouldn't take the hint and continue talking. Other than that, it was almost as if he didn't work there at all. You never saw him in the break room, didn't catch him in the elevator, and if you were lucky, you would catch a glimpse of him at meetings before he practically rushed out after you all were dismissed. It was outright frustrating; how were you supposed to chase someone you never saw?

Sulking at your desk, you glance at the time in the corner of your computer screen. 2:26.

“You're fucking joking.” You mutter under your breath.

The day has been so incredibly slow; your boss had you running all kinds of errands around the building, which has run you down extra fast. And to make matters worse, you've only run into Nanami once so far today, you hope, and it was the quickest interaction between the two of you in the past week!

You'd been alone in the break room to grab a quick cup of coffee. Hearing the door open behind you, you turn around, seeing none other than Nanami. Locking eyes with him, you shoot him a quick smile before turning back to the coffee machine, trying to quickly think of what to say, internally panicking. Turning to the fridge, Nanami is currently grabbing a water out of it, a couple of paces to your right.

“Hey!” You say, trying not to seem too happy to see him, though you were.

“Hi.” He responds in a monotonous tone.

“Been a while, anything new going on?” You start conversationally.

“Nothing, just busy.” He states bluntly.

“Oh, same.” You croak back, almost hurt from his dismissive tone.

He lingers for a beat, almost looking like he was going to say something, before flashing you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but there's something else there you can feel, before turning on his heel and exiting.

Daydreaming about the interaction, a sharp knock on the side of your cubicle snaps you out of it abruptly.

“Boss wants some new copies picked up from the printing room; you busy?” A coworker you're quite familiar with questions.

“Yeah, I got it. I don't really have anything right now.” Accepting, you get up and make your long trek to the printing room.

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The printing room is quite far from the main workspace, down a long hallway with empty meeting rooms and random bathrooms scattered here and there. Finally arriving there and opening the door, you see a tall blonde man in a tan suit sorting paper into assorted folders in the far corner. Your breath catches; you don't expect to see anyone, let alone him.

Taking action almost immediately, you head over to the printer right next to the table he's standing at, not before unbuttoning a button or two.

Not wanting to make it seem like you're forcing a conversation on him, you start to collect the papers you were sent to get.

After a couple of minutes passed with papers shuffling being the only sound, you decide to break the silence.

“Do you mind if I grab the stapler?”

“What? Oh yeah, of course.” He stutters.

As he steps back, you play out the same scenario like you always do around him. Shuffling over and reaching to the far end of the table, making sure to arch your back a little, you make sure to “struggle” to hold that position longer than necessary. You finally decide to grab the stapler, about to stand back up when-

“Fuckk.” You hear almost a breathless whisper come from behind you. You stand up straight and turn to him.

“Sorry, what was that?” You say innocently, though you heard him clear as day.

“You doing that on purpose sweetheart?” He gruffs out.

The term of endearment sits low in your stomach, along with something else.

“Doing what?” Replying obliviously, knowing damn well what you're doing.

“Ohh c'monn.” He practically purrs, stepping closer, crowding you against the table.

Stepping back, your lower back pressed into the table. You gaze upwards, longingly into the blonde's eyes, then back at the unlocked door anxiously.

The heat of the moment drags your attention away as he steps closer, placing his right hand on the table, almost leaning over you, breath mingling with yours, eyes darting around your face and lower.

“You really think I wouldn't notice a pretty girl like you practically begging for my attention?” His sight shoots from your chest to your lips, then back to your eyes, eye contact intensifying.

The compliment makes the heat between your legs more conspicuous. Your breaths begin to shorten with the proximity of the two of you.

“I-”

He cuts you off with an abrupt kiss. The two of your mouths crash together almost bruisingly. A mess of tongues fighting for dominance, clashing of teeth, with a taste of iron, neither one of you knowing whose, and neither of you caring. His left hand sneaking its way around your waist, supporting his weight with the right. Whilst your hands tangle into his hair, making a mess of it. You both pull away, gasping for air, foreheads pressed together, close enough for a string of saliva to hang between your mouths.

“Holy shit.” You breathe out breathlessly. Because holy shi, the “hot coworker” you've been chasing for nearly two months nearly swallowed you whole and has his hard-on pressed into your leg.

“Yeah, holy shit, you've been driving me insane. I've had to start taking more bathroom breaks to rub one out; you make me feel like a prepubescent teenager. It's crazy.” He confesses.

Feeling prideful knowing your hard work paid off, and giggling at the last part, you feel a spark of confidence to tease him.

“Oh really? I bet you wanted me realll bad.” You purr in almost a whisper, trailing your hands down his traps to his shoulders.

“Damn right baby.” He practically groans.

“Then show me.” You whisper directly into his ear.

In an instant, he's trailing hot, tongue-heavy kisses up your neck onto your jaw, moving his hands down to grab and fondle your thighs, lifting you, moving you onto the table, papers long forgotten. Your barely appropriate pencil skirt is riding up, exposing your lace panties, already transparent from your heat.

Moving back to your mouth, after finishing marking your neck, he meets you with a deep kiss. Different from before, not fighting for dominance but asserting. He explores your mouth with his tongue, almost as if he's trying to memorize it. Tangling with yours while you let out little whines the deeper the kiss gets. Surprisingly, he's being more vocal than you thought he'd be, groaning deeply into your mouth. The sound gives you a rush of arousal; letting out a particularly loud whine, you force your legs to close in on him by accident.

“Feeling needy, aren't we?” He says into your mouth. In response, you slide your hands up to tangle your fingers in the hair resting at his nape, pulling him even closer to the point where you feel his bulge press right into where you need him most. Your hips twitch forward at the contact, letting out a pornographic moan into his mouth. You start to slowly rutt your hips into his in a slow grind, giving the exact contact you both are currently desperate for.

“Hmm. Just like baby.” He groans, pulling you flush against him. “Tell me what you need.” Nanami questions, kissing until he finds the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.

“Y-you Kento…” You gasp out. Hearing your response, he moves his right hand to the small of your back, sliding his left between your legs to feel the effect he's had on you.

“All this ‘f me?” He breathes out, looking deeply into your eyes. Flustered, you nod, moving his hand from your thigh up to your now-soaked panties. “Fuckk, is this alright?” He groans, jaw going slack, running his fingers up and down your slit through your undergarment and applying perfect pressure, making you see stars.

“Yes, of course— ngh, more than ok… Fuck.” You practically moan out, nodding profusely. Teasing more, he continues his torturous pace till he's satisfied. It's only been a minute or two since he started this, and you're a whining, shaking mess. “P-please… I can't, f-fuck.” You mumble out.

Taking the hint, Nanami finally decided to move your panties to the side. Revealing your wet folds, clit twitching and sensitive from the cool air, hole empty and clenching around nothing. Now running his fingers between your folds, gathering your slick, he brings his fingers to your mouth. “Open.” He gruffs out. Jaw dropping immediately, he slips his fingers in. You begin to suck his fingers, moaning around them, tasting yourself on them while looking him dead in the eye, seeing a darkness bloom behind them.

“Good girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva following. Moving his hand back between your legs, he begins teasing your hole, gently pushing the tip of his middle finger in, before pulling it back out. Grip tightening on his shoulders, and legs wrapping around his waist, you can't do anything but whimper due to the feeling of his pattern being dizzying. Finally, he pushes in the first finger. If it weren't for Nanami grounding you by moving his right hand to your thigh, subconsciously tracing circles, you'd be shaking terribly. You feel so full from one finger alone because his hands are so large; you wonder how it'd ever be possible to take his cock.

He sets a steady pace of dragging his finger in and out of your cunt before curling it upwards, hitting that perfect spot that makes your head spin. You lurch forward to bite into his neck, muffling your moan that's almost loud enough to get the two of you caught. He slides his ring finger in alongside his middle finger, the stretch burning better than you could imagine. His hot breath fanned on your neck, sending shivers down your spine; you feel him everywhere. “Mhhm.. Right there, don't— ngh — don't stop.” You manage to pant out between moans.

“You're doing so good for me, baby. You almost there, or do you need me to talk you through it?” He whispers directly into your ear, with an almost condescending tone. Getting his answer by feeling you clench around his fingers, he flashes you a cocky ass smirk. “You like that, don't you?” He coos out before darting his eyes to your chest, which is rapidly falling up and down, almost daring him to touch it. And he does exactly that, diving his head down to suck marks on your exposed chest, thanks to the buttons you'd undone when seeing him.

Getting lost between the squelching noises of him rapidly moving his fingers in and out of your cunt, and your breathless moans, he moves his thumb to apply the pressure you so desperately need onto your clit. “Fuck! I— I'm almost there. Please.” You whine, pleading, almost begging at this point. The coil in your lower abdomen is building up so quickly from his voice alone that you can't take it. “Kento… I need to.. Please— ngh fuck— just kiss me.” Now you're begging, and you can't seem to care; you just need to cum so bad.

Without a second thought, he looks up from sucking a particularly dark mark on your upper breast, eyes darker than you've ever seen them, before crashing his mouth into yours. It's messy, messier than before. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan into his mouth. Swallowing your moan, he pulls away by just a hair.

“You're so beautiful, that's it, cum for me, sweetheart.” He says to your lips.

That was all you needed to hear before the coil in your stomach snapped, orgasm crashing over you. Hands slamming behind you onto the table, throwing your head back, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He worked you through it, slowing his pace bit by bit before you were pushing his hand away due to overstimulation. Slowly pulling his fingers out, being careful not to hurt you, he brings them up to his mouth. Sucking them greedily while groaning.

Coming down from your high, you pull him into a sloppy kiss by his collar, tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss is not aggressive but more like you're trying to savor the moment. Pulling back, your breaths still mingling, you look down and notice his cock has only gotten harder. Attempting to move your hand down towards it, he gently grabs your wrist and stops you.

Looking up at him in confusion, he meets your eyes. “Don't you want me to help you with that?” You question, genuinely wanting to get your hands on him.

“That's for another time, baby. I don't think you're quite ready for that.” He says with a smile, then reaches behind you to grab a couple of tissues to clean you up. Being cautious not to hurt you, he wipes between your folds, the material not being the most soothing but getting the job done. After moving your panties back into place, buttoning up your shirt, and helping you off the table, he finally leans back in for one last deep kiss. Pulling back slightly with your foreheads still connected.

“You owe me one.” He mutters, with no real serious intention.

“I guess I do.” You say back with a smile, before grabbing the papers you were initially sent for and turning on your heel to exit.

Ok I can’t read this otherwise I’ll cringe😭 But lmk what you think and if you don’t want to comment plz leave a like so ik if you like it!