A night with my boss
“You can still walk away,” he said, his voice lower now.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to.”
Something in his expression softened, just slightly.
Then he stepped closer.
Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a second, neither of us moved. Like we were both waiting, deciding.
His hand lifted, hesitating just slightly before brushing against my jaw, tilting my face up to his.
“Last chance,” he murmured.
I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to. I closed the distance instead.
The kiss wasn’t soft.
It was searching, deliberate. Like he was testing something, me.
And I responded before I could stop myself. Before I could think. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as the world around us slipped further out of reach.
The hesitation was gone now. Replaced by something heavier, something I didn’t want to question.
And this time, I didn’t think.