FORTY FIVE

“You are taking the offer?”

I sigh as my back rest on the fluffy couch. With eyes closed, I hummed, agreeing to whatever being said. The amount of work I have done today is quite crazy. I wouldn’t realize it was almost six if it wasn’t for Rosie’s call. And here we are now, chilling in Rosie’s house after dinner.

I felt Rosie’s fingers came in contact with my cheekbones. She gently pressed her fingertips and rub both sides of the temples. I let out a relief sigh as her fingers keeps on repeating the same circular motion around that spot. Rosie would sometimes move her hands up along my hairline until they meet in the middle of my forehead and massage it.

“You are overworking yourself, you know that?”

I smiled, still with my eyes closed, “am I?”

“You can prove your worth, but not by forcing yourself. It won’t bring you any good.”

Rosie’s hand tapped on my cheek softly, making my eyes flutter open. She motioned me to turn around with my back facing her. I d