100 flowers

On Monday, I went to work with a thousand thoughts in my mind. I’m wondering how things are going to be now after what happened on Saturday. That night after Mr. Crawford and I left the room. I avoided him the whole night. I even left the place before him so he wouldn't have to take me home. I planned to call in sick today, but I knew he would know it was because we kissed during the weekend. My decision to not be with him still stands. I won't lie. I enjoyed the kiss and would want him to kiss me again, but it does not change the fact that Mr. Crawford hurt me, and one kiss will not make that change.

I’m walking out of his office after placing his coffee on his desk. I was so happy when I came in and didn't see him. Maybe he had an early morning meeting or is running late. I doubt he’s late because he never is. I’m about to step out of his office when someone grabs my hand. The person pulls me close to them, and my nose gets hit by his intoxicating cologne. His scent is divine. Befo