#wolland

During the hiring process, you never were interviewed by him, nor even encountered him. All your connections had been through his personal secretary, who was moving away to be closer to family. It was with her that you interviewed, since she was in charge of finding her replacement. You were certain it was only because of Uhtred Ragnarsson's reference and recommendation that she even offered you an interview. 

Uhtred was a family friend and he had been the one to pull you aside and inform you that Mr. Ivarsson was looking for a new personal secretary, knowing you were on the hunt for a new job. As a building contractor, Uhtred often worked or made deals with Sigtryggr Ivarsson, CEO of Eoferwic Land Company. The partnership was still new but with the way Uhtred spoke of Sigtryggr, there was a respect there he only held towards a chosen few. 

So you put in an application, not really expecting anything to come of it.

You had worked as a secretary at a small art gallery prior, so you had experience and knew the basics of what was expected of you. But it seemed more daunting working directly for a CEO who was making huge, successful splashes in the shark-infested waters of the business world. 

Looking back, you should have been more hesitant, more wary, of what you were stepping into. Instead you found yourself excited for the challenge. You had never been one to shy away from things that forced you to expand your boundaries and grow into a better, more accomplished person.  

There was your first mistake. 

To your complete shock, you were hired. You were certain there had to be more qualified candidates that applied, but you chose not to ask about that. You happily accepted and the start date for your training was set. Mentally you made a deal with yourself that no matter how hard or strenuous the job turned out to be, you would not quit within the first year. Uhtred had stuck his neck, and reputation, out for you and you were not about to make him look bad. 

That was your second mistake. 

Your first day of training arrived and you dressed up, making sure to look extra professional but also cute because why sacrifice one for the other? All the names and numbers thrown at you felt like you were attempting to drink from a fire hose and only succeeding in drowning yourself. But you were not deterred. Instead you took an excessive amount of notes and reminded yourself that on the first day you were not expected to get everything correct. 

By the afternoon, you were feeling better and more self-assured. Even the current secretary training you commented on how well you seemed to slip into the role and do exceptional work. Hearing that, your confidence rose and you thought that maybe this job would be easier than anticipated. 

And that was your third mistake. 

Because then HE walked in the door….

….and your panties instantly caught on fire. 

Sigtryggr Ivarsson was an up and coming star in the business world. His company had only been in the marketplace for a few years but already the name he was making for himself was impressive. You had googled him prior to your interview and found him quite attractive. Yet nothing could have prepared you for the aura that flowed in his wake, the quiet confidence that he wore like a second skin and the air of danger that filled in the color of his shadow. Without a single word spoken, eyes latched onto him, seeking permission for something that no one could articulate. It was instinctual. A top predator had arrived and everyone's baser instincts knew it. 

Seeing him now, you realized how woefully short the pictures you had seen compared in giving him the justice he deserved. Electric blue eyes that were beguiling while viciously sharp and highly intelligent. Hair that looked silky soft and just begged for you to run your hands through and pull on. Even his facial scar somehow only heightened his dangerously alluring appearance, that hint of danger surrounding him, manifested. 

And when he spoke, greeting you and pleased that his new personal secretary came so highly recommended and to let him know if you ever needed anything….

….what fire in your panties was instantly put out for how wet you became when listening to his voice. 

A voice like that should be illegal. It was the perfect combination of smooth and rough, something that should not exist yet did. The slow tempo of it gave notice to the care he took in choosing his words and the sincerity carried in them. His voice danced along your nerve endings and into your brain where your mind immediately stored the sound away for later use. You decided you could happily listen to him read you the phone book, just for the ear orgasm it would give you. 

In that moment, you realized you may be in over your head. Not due to the work. Oh no. But by the raw sex appeal of your boss. 

When he walked away with a quick wink at you, you swooned, quickly having to grab the edge of the desk to support yourself. 

The current secretary chuckled at your slightly dazed expression and announced that you would get used to it. You highly doubted her. He was the incarnation of your previously unknown wet dream fantasy. Yet you were expected to somehow function properly while keeping all your brain cells from melting into goo and your libido in check? 

But you were not a quitter. You had accepted the position and made the promise to yourself to last at least a year. So dammit, you were going to work and be the best employee you could be! 

And maybe stash an extra pair of underwear in your purse for emergency reasons. 

*****

Before you realized it, a couple months had come and gone but you continued working for him. Thankfully during that time you had learned to compartmentalize your attraction towards him. Nothing had changed on his end, he was still the world's sexiest boss, and as you got to know him and his personality more, he only became even more attractive. 

But you shoved all those feelings into a small box and shoved it far back in your mind. A workplace romance was not in your best interest, and how cliché would it be if something did spark between you two, a boss and his secretary. You had no interest in that. Instead, you focused on your work, making sure his work life ran smoothly. 

And if he took control in some very heated dreams that left you sweaty and aching when you woke up….no one needed to know. 

*****

"Right in here," you ushered the Thurgilson brothers into the conference room, "Mr. Ivarsson will be joining us in just a moment. Is there anything I can get for you in the meantime?"

"Just a water for me." The blond, Erik, replied kindly. He quickly took a seat on one of the plus chairs around the circular table, unbuttoning his gray suit jacket.  

You turned to look at the older, dark-haired brother. The way his eyes roved shamelessly over your body, without remorse at being caught in the act, made you tense and bite the inside of your cheek to keep a scathing remark from spilling out. 

"Are you on the menu?" He asked.

"Brother." Erik rebuked. 

"What? It's a compliment."

Erik rolled his eyes before looking at you again. "I apologize for my brother. He was raised by wolves. He'll take a water also."

"No, I want a coffee with two sugars. I suddenly find myself craving something sweet." Sigefrid smirked at you before dropping like a load of bricks into the seat next to his brother. 

Quickly you departed to retrieve their desired beverages, and to get away from the older Thurgilson's lust-fueled gaze. He would not be the first businessman you had come across that believed any woman was an open opportunity just because he had power and wealth from his success. You loathed those men. 

After getting their drinks, you stopped in front of Sigtryggr's office door, surprised to see him still in there on the phone. You hesitated at the door, wavering if you should check in on him or return to the guests. His eyes glanced up, catching yours through the window, and a whole ballet of butterflies took the stage in your belly. You harshly shoved the feeling aside, used to the subconscious reactions and how to deal with them swiftly. 

Your boss held a hand up, telling you to wait for him. You nodded then glanced down the hallway, knowing you could not see the brothers but wondering if they were getting antsy. The older one seemed the kind to come look for his potential business partner if he felt overlooked and insulted by waiting too long. You shuddered to imagine how that scenario would go. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sigtryggr say something accompanied by tapping his fist on his desk three times. Something he did when frustrated but unwilling to show it. He said one last thing before placing the phone back in its receiver, straightening from leaning on his desk and heading your way. 

You smiled when he opened the door. "Everything okay, boss?" 

What frustration followed him from the conversation melted away slightly at your tease. The two of you had long ago transitioned to first names but it did not stop you from jokingly calling him 'boss' or 'Mr Ivarsson' while in private to see the mesmerizing smile your words would draw out of him. 

"The crisis is averted for now." He smiled at you, falling into step beside you as you made your way to the conference room. "What do you think of the potential business partners?" 

"The brothers seem very…different to one another."

"Ah. As is the way of many brothers."

You hummed in response but said nothing as your thoughts centered on the two brothers waiting for Sigtryggr. 

"Is there something more you wish to share?" His gorgeous voice disturbed your thoughts. 

You hesitated, dropping your gaze to the carpeted floor. On the one hand, you did not want to create a negative bias for your boss, but this sinking feeling in your gut refused to subside. Finally you nodded. You knew he valued your opinion, on more than one occasion thanking you for your insight and adjusting business plans based on what you shared with him. A heady realization that was, but you tried to not delve too deeply into it. You were just his personal secretary, not his advisor. 

"Sigefrid, the older one….there's something about him."

Sigtryggr stopped just outside of view from the conference room. Turning to face you completely, his voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "What do you mean?"

"It's just a feeling." You tried to downplay the turmoil gnawing at you like trapped rats in a barrel while thinking about the dark-haired Thurgilson. 

"Your feelings have never led us wrong."

And cue the momentary swooning.

You flushed under his praise but tried to keep from drowning in the depths of his intoxicating gaze. "I think Erik is all about the business and could be a good ally but Sigefrid…." You trailed off. 

"Go on."

"I wouldn't trust him."

He slowly nodded, his gaze momentarily distant as he absorbed your comment. "Thank you. I will keep your caution in mind. Will you be alright sitting in the meeting or do you wish to remain out here?"

You thought of Sigefrid's lecherous gaze and how it felt like thick, black oil sliding down your skin. But you could not leave Sigtryggr and your duties to him. It warmed your heart that he even offered for you to adjourn from this meeting, but you knew he relied on you to take notes and keep track of the time. 

"Thank you, but I'll be fine."

"If you insist."

The two of you entered the conference room, Sigtryggr opening the door since you still carried the desired drinks in your hands. With a polite smile, you handed Erik his water and carefully placed the coffee and a water for Sigefrid on the table, while Sigtryggr greeted his guests. 

"My apologies for keeping you gentleman waiting. A time-sensitive decision had to be made. It is a pleasure to meet you." 

"The pleasure is ours." Erik shook Sigtryggr's hand. "Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice."

"Come, tell me of these new investments you believed would benefit myself and my company."

And so began an hour of Erik speaking of plans they had for building projects that their company would spearhead, but they needed the land and resources that Sigtryggr's company had control over. How it could be mutually beneficial to both of them and an easy way for the younger businessman to further make a name for himself in the business world by aligning with the Thurgilson brothers for this extensive project. 

You dutifully took notes and kept track of the copies of prospective building layouts and print outs of land owned by Sigtryggr. You had to give it to Erik, he was a man with the mind and passion for his business and the drive to fully see it thrive. 

Meanwhile, that sticky tar-like feeling never left you, for throughout the meeting you could feel Sigefrid's lingering gaze on you. He would add comments to his brother's words and cracked jokes to keep the atmosphere light but the whole time you could not shake the sense that he was undressing you with his eyes. 

It was about thirty minutes into the meeting that you began to notice Sigtryggr lightly tapping the desk with a fist. Nothing threatening, but his three short taps, followed by speaking or listening and another set of three short taps. You wondered what had him frustrated since the meeting seemed to be going well and he seemed interested in what Erik was sharing. 

"What do you think?" Erik asked around the hour mark and the meeting was slowing down. "If it would help you make a decision, I could have my assistant bring those financial forms I spoke of to you. For yourself and your lawyer to look over before making a decision."

"Perhaps I will bring the forms instead. To show our sincerity. And while you and your lawyer look over them, this beautiful woman could keep me company. Hell, maybe we should make her part of the deal somehow." Sigefrid laughed as if he had made the greatest jest. 

You immediately stiffened in your seat, keeping your eyes on your work tablet. 

From nearby, you could hear Erik speak, obviously trying to gloss over his brother's blunder. It was your boss that drew your focus though, for he had gone incredibly still. A marble statue was warmer and more animated than he had become. 

After a long minute of listening to Erik ramble along, Sigtryggr slowly stood and buttoned the front of his suit jacket. "Gentlemen, it was an honor to meet you. This meeting has been very insightful. I believe I must allot my resources and time elsewhere."

"We understand." Erik replied, standing up as if he expected this. 

"No…no, we don't understand." Sigefrid stated, dark brows furrowed.  

"Brother–"

But Sigefrid ignored him as he continued. "You were interested. Why are you suddenly throwing us out?" Something must have clicked in his brain because he gave a harsh bark of laughter then vaguely gestured towards you. "Is it because of the joke I made? Fuck. Can you blame me? Look at her. With a body like that, I bet you have her bent over your desk every damn day." He ended with an ugly sneer. 

Sigtryggr straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. "Speak one more word about her and I will cut out your tongue as recompense for your vile words." 

Chills shot down your spine. Not because of the direct threat but because of the eerily calm and casual way Sigtryggr spoke. It sounded like a casual conversation but the undertone was chilling and made the threat feel even more real and daunting. 

Sigefrid puffed up, ready to bellow and rage at the insult and threat but his brother reached over and grabbed his shoulder firmly. 

"I apologize for my brother's careless words. We did not mean to insult your secretary. We'll take our leave now. Hopefully in the future we can work together." Erik  attempted to placate. 

Sigtryggr tipped his head in acknowledgement but made no comment. 

The brothers grabbed their things and left, the elder storming out the door muttering under his breath and stomping like an enraged bull. 

Once they were out of view, Sigtryggr dragged his chair over and placed it in front of you. With a heavy sigh, he sat down, his knees almost touching yours. 

"I apologize you were insulted."

You blinked rapidly, in shock at his statement. Once it sunk in, you stammered out the only coherent thought your mind could conjure. "Why….why are you apologizing? You stood up for me."

"Yes, but you should not be insulted so. To insinuate you are only useful for your body and not the brilliant mind you also possess. It's an injustice to you."

"It's fine. Nothing I haven't heard before." You attempted to wave away the whole scenario, your focus slipping down to the tablet on your lap. 

"Not here." Your eyes snapped up at the commanding tone in your voice. Those radiant eyes pierced you, as he held your gaze hostage, as if trying to force his resolute commitment into your mind to understand. "You will not be treated like that here. I swear it."

"Thank you." You murmured, realizing that you believed him. 

And you thought that maybe it would not be so hard to meet your goal of lasting a year here….even if you did have to keep a spare pair of panties on hand. 

*****

The noise in the bustling event hall vaguely reminded you of the level of sound found in a high school cafeteria or a shopping mall food court. A constant hum of conversations that blended together to create a harmony of mixed emotions and voices. A smile graced your face as you meandered through. The occupants of the occassion were all employees, contractors and close business friends of Eoferwic Land Company and Sigtryggr Ivarsson. 

Waving to some IT guys sitting at a table and talking, you continued making the rounds. As you walked, the twinkling fairy lights strung above the tables caught your eye and a pleased hum reverberated in your chest. You had worried the simple decor you chose for the event hall would seem childish or overly romantic with the fairy lights and candles on the tables. But with the industrial interior design of the event hall and its dark, refurbished furniture, it all blended together better than you and Sigtryggr had planned. 

Over the past two months, many late nights had been spent with you and Sigtryggr holed up in his office after everyone else had gone home, working out all the details for the Christmas party and the guest list. 

And if you thought Sigtryggr was devastatingly attractive during the daylight, working hours….that had nothing on after-hours. 

Once all the other workers dispersed and it was just the two of you left alone in the office building, then the torture would begun. He would casually remove his suit jacket, tossing it onto the back of his chair or a nearby surface and proceed to roll up his sleeves to the elbows. Such a simple act. Yet more than once you had to forcibly look away at the strangely erotic action and the blossom of heat that would erupt in you. If it had been a particularly long day, he would unbutton the top couple buttons on his dress shirt, giving you a little strip tease and plenty of opportunity to ogle his sculpted chest.

The worst was when he would lean over your shoulder, placing a hand on the back of your chair and on your arm rest, encompassing you with his sheer presence and delectable body, as he watched you either look up something on your work tablet or take notes. The warmth from his body zapped you like a live electric wire. Even worse was how utterly divine he smelled. At first you had thought it was a cologne or something for there was no way a man could smell that good on his own. It was biologically impossible. But as time went on, you came to the shocking truth that it was his own natural scent. You wondered more than once if it was possible to become pregnant just from inhaling his enticing musk. If you can eye-fuck someone, can you sniff-fuck them too? 

On those late nights working with Sigtryggr, it took all of your self-control to beat down your raging libido and the desire to climb him like the magnificent tree he was. It was then, you came to the conclusion that the man needed a warning label for being a hazard to anyone remotely attracted to the male species. 

Stifling another yawn against the back of your hand, you finally glanced at the time on your phone. The party had been going on for a few hours now and you knew people would start heading out soon. All the games and entertainment were finally over and everyone left was just socializing or drinking from the open bar. Even if that was its own source of entertainment. Who knew the lawyer could do a keg stand after having drunk just enough to loosen his typical stoic-ness. Luckily, your boss was a considerate man and already had several taxis and Ubers lined up and waiting outside to take people safely home. 

At the abrupt shout of your name, you jerked to the left, wondering why someone was shouting at you. When your gaze landed on a hand waving you over, you shook your head and started making your way, a smile on your face the whole time. Sigtryggr and his right-hand man, Wolland, stood at the furthest end of the bar with drinks in hand. 

"Heading out soon?" Wolland asked once you joined them, him being the one to have called you over.  

You shrugged. "When the party is done."

"We just saw you yawning for the third time in under five minutes."

You narrowed your eyes at the lead manager. "Why were you watching me?"

"Oh, it wasn't me–"

Sigtryggr quickly spoke over him, the smooth cadence a balm to your ears after the many rowdy voices you had been forced to endure throughout the night. "I will escort you to your car when you are ready."

"It's okay. You should stay here and enjoy your party."

"Our party." He gently corrected. "You did just as much work as I did."

You felt the flush warm your cheeks at the gratitude and pride in his voice. "It was fun." And it surprisingly had been. Besides the nearly constant civil war within yourself to not denude your boss. "And really, I'm parked near the main door, so it won't take me more than two minutes to walk to my car."

Five weeks ago, someone in the parking garage next to your office building had been robbed at gunpoint. Ever since then, Sigtryggr insisted on walking you out to your vehicle each night, even if he planned on staying longer at work. To your surprise you quickly found yourself looking forward to the brief walks by his side. During that time, you learned more about him personally than you had known in the many hours you were religiously by his side during the work week. Equally, you began sharing tidbits about yourself and finding similarities in one another. A friendship had already budded between the two of you but those walks seemed to further water and fertilize that friendship until now you could not see him only as Mr. Ivarsson, CEO, but also, Sigtryggr, your friend. 

Who frequently invaded your steamy dreams with an unholy yet ravishing domination but that was not important…

"If you insist." 

You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the fabric of his suit jacket and his firm forearm under your palm. "I promise, I'll be fine tonight. Thank you though."

He smiled down at you with eyes alight and you felt your heart skip a beat. This man was just too damn handsome for his own good. At least you were not swooning every time he smiled at you anymore. Those were some rough weeks of adjustment, even if you still caught yourself drowning in the vast blue of his eyes even now. 

"Wait!" Wolland exclaimed, a sly grin on his face as he took two steps back. Then he pointed upwards. 

The bastard. 

You glanced upward and felt your stomach plummet and splatter at your feet like a glob of jello. For hanging above you, attached to the decorative wooden beams, was mistletoe. 

You still were unsure who had brought the festive plant to the party, but it had generated a life of its own. Throughout the night, someone had sneakily moved it about the event hall so it was never in the same place for long. Many people had been caught underneath it, unaware and unsuspecting until the chanting of 'kiss kiss' started up like they were all prepubescent children acting out a dare. Perhaps it was the amount of alcohol flowing freely in the place or just watching the shock and anguish on the faces of those caught underneath. Whatever it was, you had been very purposeful throughout the night to avoid the dreaded plant. 

And now here you stood underneath it….with your boss. 

You glanced up at Sigtryggr, heat radiating off your cheeks that was enough to fry an egg. Distantly you could hear the chant of 'kiss kiss' start up, lead by Wolland, of course. Yet it sounded far away, for all you could do was stare into vivid, blue eyes. 

"It would be a shame to break the streak now." He spoke just above a murmur, yet his voice echoed in your mind. 

And he was right. So far, no one had backed down from their unexpected kiss. Even when the accountant's partner had to kiss Haesten….whom, you were fairly certain, had tried to sneak some tongue into the kiss. 

"Okay, sure." You whispered back. 

Yet neither of you made a move. 

You could hear the laughter and chanting from those still in attendance, but your gaze remained absorbed by the fierce blues holding you captive. Your heart beat a rapid staccato in your chest, threatening to fly out. Subconsciously you licked your bottom lip, tasting a hint of the lipstick you had reapplied only the prior hour. Butterflies erupted in your belly as you caught his gaze tracking the motion of your tongue and the way he swallowed thickly before meeting your eyes again. 

"It appears the boss is frightened by a little kiss!" Haesten exclaimed from nearby. "Don't worry, I offer myself as a replacement! I'll happily kiss our beautiful secretary here. We can't break the tradition now, it'll bring bad luck to the new year!"

Your eyes darted towards the man in question, watching as he took a step closer, much to the amusement of those around, with a mischievous twinkle in his beady eyes and an arrogant smirk peeking through his beard. 

"That will not be necessary." Sigtryggr replied smoothly and confidently, never removing his gaze from you. 

Then he set his drink down on the counter and took that half step, bringing him closer to you. Time slowed to a standstill, as if the world waited with baited breath to see what would happen next. Your head automatically tilted back further to accommodate for the height difference. His free hand drifted up to lightly cup your cheek. His thumb grazed your lower lip, so quickly you were unsure if the touch was accidental or purposeful. Either way, your breath hitched and your lips further parted as if giving him permission. 

Slowly, oh so slowly, as if he was savoring each moment, he lowered his lips towards yours. And when they finally touched, you barely suppressed the breathy whine. 

Those lips you had spent far too long subtly admiring caressed your own with a gentleness that was endearing yet with an equal dominance that made you wish to surrender to him and obey his every command, for you knew the outcome would be pleasurably delicious. 

Just as quickly as his lips met yours, with a chaste, intoxicating kiss, they retreated just as rapidly. 

Once his lips abandoned yours, the real world returned with all its noise and demands. The cheers, clapping and hooting of those around infiltrated the momentary peace created by the kiss.

Your eyes slowly drifted open as if your eyelids were suddenly unbearably heavy and your heart continued to hammer inside of your chest. All your senses felt dialed up to a twelve, an uncomfortable sensation as you could feel the many pairs of eyes still watching you and your boss. 

In the next moment, Sigtryggr took that dreadful half-step back, putting unwanted but necessary space between the two of you again. A charge colored the air between you two, even with the added space between your bodies. It sizzled and danced along your nerve endings, refusing to release you from the moment of blissful pleasure. Even though the kiss had been the most fleeting of touching. The charged air sang for you to step back into his personal space, to taste his lips once again. It did not help that the whole time his gaze remained locked on yours, with a primal hunger in it you had never witnessed before. It sent a bolt of heat straight to your core and made your knees wobbly. 

Wolland returned to his spot, smacking Sigtryggr on the back lightly. "That wasn't so bad, eh? People will be talking about that for weeks."

The simple action and comment equated to a bucket of ice cold water doused over your head. Your mind scrambled to rise above the lust-tainted waters and remember you were in a very public place. Your libido and whatever speculation your mind attempted to conjure of your boss' thoughts were forced to die a swift death. This was not the time or place to dwell on it. Even now you could feel a few eyes still watching. 

"Next is your turn." Sigtryggr replied, grabbing his drink off the counter and taking a long sip. 

"Oh no, there is no one here I'd like to kiss." Wolland waved his free hand. "On second thought, if y/n here volunteers, I'd be willing to share a kiss with her." He gave you a flirty wink which thankfully helped further diffuse any lingering tension in the air. 

You chuckled, smoothing your hands down your dress. "Thank you but one kiss is enough for me tonight."

"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be here. Or if you prefer another taste of this scrawny twig, I'm sure he'd be willing to oblige–" 

Sigtryggr none-to-gently nudged his friend, almost making him spill his drink. 

You laughed, taking note of the barely discernible blush on your boss' cheeks. But that could not be because of the desire to kiss you again, right? That would be insane. He was probably just embarrassed he had to kiss an employee in front of everyone, even if you two had developed a friendship. Besides, you were no one special and he was…he was a sex god, created to tempt and torment anyone marginally attracted to men. He could never be interested in you. 

With that sobering thought in mind, you decided it would be best to leave now before you somehow were forced to kiss someone else. "I'll let you know if I change my mind, Wolland." You teased. "Now, I'm going home to change out of this dress and crawl into my bed."

"If you need help out of that dress…."

This time you smacked Wolland's arm, even as you jokingly rolled your eyes. "Good night." Your gaze drifted over to Sigtryggr, seeing his eyes already on you. A battalion of butterflies erupted in your belly but you quickly shot them down. "Good night, boss."

"Sleep well." He nodded, the corner of his lips turning upward. 

You smiled at the two men once more before turning and walking away. You said good-bye to a few others, graciously enduring some lighthearted teasing about your shared kiss, before heading out of the restaurant and to your car. 

The whole drive back to your place, you could feel your lips tingling, your mind replaying the kiss over and over like a broken record. A few times your hand would drift up and trace your own lips, resparking the tingling sensation. Whenever you caught the action, you would forcibly grip the steering wheel with both hands, pretending it was an anchor you had to hold on to for dear life. That image did nothing to fully suppress the instant replay of the haunting kiss. 

You wondered how the kiss would change the dynamics between you and your boss. Would it be acknowledged Monday morning? Would the two of you get a good laugh and it would become an inside joke? Or nothing would change at all? The kiss would never be spoken of and easily forgotten like a seashell left on the beach amongst hundreds of others. 

That last thought felt like a shard driven into your heart. For you knew, that kiss would forever be branded into your brain. 

Even if he forgot it.

*****

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