Note:
- I had an extremely hard time trying to start this off. Like I had zero fucking clue how, hence why it took me like a week to write again (not that it affects the readers since I'm currently twelve chapters ahead anyway) – written 15/01/2020. My point is, forgive me if it starts off... weird. I'm really winging it as I go right now.
- This story is a lot slower than I expected it to be. And I apologise. Even I'm like wtf. But I really like the process of the couple getting together rather than them getting together. I mean don't get me wrong, I love it when they get together and I like seeing some sort of epilogue or something (as well as some couple fluff) but it's like, my dreams are all literally just the process of them getting together and since I dream up these ideas, it kind of turned out that way.
- This is also my first story ever written so it's a really good learning experience for me. Now I'll know what to do and what not to do if I ever write another story again.
- I died writing this chapter
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POV: Aiden
I was dying.
Ok, so I wasn't ACTUALLY dying. Might've been slightly overdramatic there but at least, I was being tortured in some way or form. And it's not the fun kind of torture, like BDSM.
Basically, I'd been on edge for a couple of weeks, which was considered a long period of time. If you knew me, you would know that I HATED being on edge at any given time at any given moment. I like to be cool and collected when executing any form of tasks. So being constantly twitchy was damaging my wellbeing.
That wasn't the worst of it though.
The reason for my anxiousness was something I refused to accept until recently. It was a person, and I DESPISED when any one person had that sort of power over me.
Not that he knew about it.
Long story short, after the realisation (that was almost instantly denied) that occurred the day my boss decided to send my ex on vacation in Nevada, I became hyperaware of his presence. His movements, his words, his distance, his expressions, his attention. Just him.
It got to the point where, I, Aiden fucking Hendrix, the cuddliest and touchiest person of this decade, flinch every single time Erwin Fonzo stood within a two metre radius. If he made any sudden movement, I'd flinch. If he looked at me, my mouth would dry up and I'd begin to perspire on my forehead. If he talked to me, I'd initially speak in a high pitched voice before going back to normal. Luckily, I managed to make my... feedback to his presence to a minimum so I don't think he had noticed.
Needless to say, my reactions were much worse than the time I decided to kiss him as a mean of escaping.
This had never happened to me before, someone heavily affecting me this way but I fucking hate it. Every time he's right there, my mind wanders to all the... charming and thoughtful things he had done for me, especially the time he practically begged for my friendship.
No one had done that for me and I was over the moon.
Except apparently, friendship wasn't enough anymore because I had to go fall for the fuck– no! I haven't... I don't... L word is not a thing with this guy and I will never let it be.
I will never let myself be hurt like that.
Anyway, the only solution I could come up with was to avoid the fucker as much as I could. You'd think with my position you'd only see the guy like once every two weeks or never but for some fucking reason, I was always seeing every second day. Whether it was running into him or joining some sort of meeting or personally seeing him to discuss the project. I hadn't realised how much he was in my life, especially closer to the big day, until I made it a purpose to avoid him.
Now I make one of lackies to drop off any paperwork, with sticky notes to either make up a bs excuse why I couldn't be there or the content of said note would be the explanation of the documents themselves. I even hacked into the system (is it hacking when the password to the database is Erwinisthehottest123?) to find out his schedule for the rest of my contract period, just for the sole purpose of never running into his path.
All me coward all you want, IT'S FOR MY FUCKING SANITY.
These sudden and very obvious changes were most definitely noticed by Erwin and he was most definitely not happy if his stone cold glare at the meetings meant anything. Stares that remained throughout the entire session. The glares turned harsher when I reverted back to calling him Mr. Fonzo instead of his stupid nickname or actual name. I swore the stylus in his hand were on the verge of snapping every single time the name came up. The members of the room looked ready to strangle me and scream at me to fix whatever was triggering the man, since it was very clearly my fault.
Every single conclusion of the meetings, I needed to sprint out to fucking breathe, thanking Satan (because fuck the lord) that he kept the man busy enough so he couldn't chase after me.
As ticked off at me as he was and as hurt as I was by his butt hurtness (it's my fault yes I know but I'm pretty and no one should be mad at me without a valid reason. I'm only avoiding him for fucks sake), it's for the greater good. We can both partway on awkward terms and never talk again. Well, gatherings would be a tad bit ugh when Nero and Leo get together but by that point, we'll probably just laugh the entire thing off.
So I could manage this up until I need to leave, no stress. Today would be like any other day for the past two weeks.
...
Except, I was quickly proven VERY wrong...
♤♧♡♢
One last deep breath in (and a weirded out glance from Erwin's secretary), I knocked on the door twice before letting myself into Mr. Fonzo's office.
Holy fucking shit it's cold.
Both figuratively and literally. Erwin was giving me the most frosty expression and I felt my bones stiffening as a result but I manage to keep taking steps till right in front of his desk and him. Today, I had no option BUT to go because my lackies were too stupid to know what to do properly. So today marked the day where I would be talking to him one on one after two weeks.
Gathering up all my acting knowledge and skills, I put on a professional façade and tried to catalyse this interaction.
"I need you to check over this document. It is the finalised plans and all the backup plans for any troubleshooting in the car's system. We found that the backups most likely won't be necessary but they are there for precaution's sake. We've got the approval from all the other teams and all that's left is for your approval.
I held out the yellow folder over the table and he took it wordlessly, thoroughly looking through it. I sat down on the chairs on the other side of him, knowing it would take a while.
As if nothing ever happened between us, he talked about the issues and improvements and eventually, about an hour had passed and the approval was given.
I stood up with a goofy smile, excited to finally see everything come together before I noticed Erwin studying me. The grin is wiped off and replaced with a more plastic one.
"Thank you, Mr. Fonzo," I said and then proceeded to grab the file that was hovering over the table.
Except Erwin didn't let go of his grip on the papers. Instead, he tightened it. I tried tugging it twice more, each time with a bit more strength but he refused to budge.
He caught me off guard by tugging it himself and bringing me almost halfway across the table. I definitely did not release an unmanly squeal.
"What is fucking up with you?" He snarled out. I flinched at the hostility but played ignorantly.
"I *tug* have *tug* zero *tug* clue *tug* what *tug* you *tug* are *tug* on *tug* about *tug* sir,"
All of a sudden he stood up, causing me to yelp and flinch away. He rudely pointed at me as he badgered. "There! You out of nowhere began calling me sir and that's just ignoring the fact that YOU'VE BEEN IGNORING ME FOR WEEKS NOW?"
I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water, not knowing how to respond to the unexpected outburst. Mind quickly caught up and like an idiot, I let my pride overwhelm me and began shouting back. Even though I knew I was guilty of his accusations.
"Why are you yelling at me?! And accusing me of something that's not true. I have not been avoiding you. I've just been really... busy."
"Bullshit."
"Well, what's it to me whether you believe me or not? I've said my part anyway."
Erwin stepped around his table. "You're avoiding me. You know it. I know it. The whole damn office knows it. I want to know why. It's been eating at me for days because I can't think of a single thing that I did wrong."
Great, now I felt bad. "I already told you. I'm not avoi–"
"Is it because I asked to be closer with you? Do you regret telling me everything? Do you really dislike me that much?" Erwin stepped closer, this time with a heartbreaking expression resting on his face. It threw me for a loop and now I felt like absolute garbage. Why does it matter so much, whether you know or not anyway???
"W-What? No! Of course not. Why would you think–"
He took another step forward. I remained rooted. "Because you began avoiding me like the plague almost the day or two after my declaration. Are you really calling that a coincidence?"
"Yes!" Because it really was. Granted, his words may have triggered my heart to suddenly embrace him with open arms but by no means was I planning to avoid him forever. It was going to be up until I lost this small little crush, which would be after the contract period and then I would come back. We would laugh it off and get along like great friends.
"So then you DO admit to avoiding me?" Erwin accused with a smug voice with an undertone of hurt.
I've been played... "AH, no! I was just– look I'm not lying when I said I'm REALLY busy. So busy, I just cannot visit you or meet you or whatnot. I come to the meetings bro ("Bro????"). If I was avoiding you, I wouldn't even attend them." It sounded like I was grasping at straws at that point. "In fact, I'm so busy, I don't even have time for myself after work. Very stressful times."
Erwin did not look convinced at all, especially with my sudden inability of meeting his eyes, and plainly said, "And that's why you were in the club two days ago?"
My jaw dropped to the floor. "How the fuck did you– DID YOU SEND A PI AFTER ME?!" I yelled in outrage.
"What the hell? No! Where did you get that idea– a mate of mine saw you while he was there."
"I don't believe you. Why would your mate point out that I specifically was at a club? They shouldn't even know me, considering how you said mate and not a name."
Erwin's ears turned red and his face flashed embarrassment before he maintained his indignant face. "W-Well I don't know. Maybe because I-I complain about you so much!"
Holy shit, did he just stutter? Wait, complain?! "Hold on, complain?! What the fuck do you mean complain? I'm your best fucking employee in this damn place. I'm perfection! Everyone loves me!"
Erwin scoffed. "You're not the best. I am (I eye rolled at that). And I'm obviously going to be complaining about you. Ju-Just you- you're so... annoying!" I've never seen the man get so agitated. I was kind of cut as well as impressed that it was me who actually managed to pull that off. Also, what happened to his vast range of vocabulary? It's turned into a twenty-word word bank.
"How am I annoying?! You know what, you're worse than annoying. You're... bothersome!" In hindsight, you could this entire conversation was absolutely childish, with the yelling back and forth not really helping the case. But me being on edge for the past few days seemed to finally tire me out to the point of snapping at pointless things. Like this entire conversation.
Erwin released a sardonic laugh and took a step closer. "How he asks. You argue with me like at any given point. Even when I'm right. Literally right now is a good example. Not to mention, you have very questionable work ethics. You think I don't notice you blatantly flirting with your co-workers and literally anytime you go out? You aren't a bartender trying to beg for some tips. And did you fail English class? You just found a synonym for annoying."
I was scandalised, appalled, offended and mad. He knew why I acted the way I did and he used it against me. He also realised what he did and his demeanour shifted to regret almost instantly but I saw red. Two people can play that game. I took a step closer and retaliated back. "My work ethics?! Rich coming from you Mr. Bachelor-who's-a-part-time-manwhore–"
"OI!"
"–that flirts with anything and everything that's considered human and has a hole to stick your dick in. You are ten times worse than me since you use your sex life to achieve what you want. Also known as having sex with people to use them like objects and nothing more." I didn't mean any of that. I knew his reasons for the way he acts is a lot more complex.
Erwin took another step forward, minimising the distance to a mere metre. He looked ready to break my neck and I would've winced, if he didn't offend me first. "You take that back Hendrix," he growled lowly and dangerously. I definitely would've popped a boner if there wasn't a death intent behind the words as well.
I knew it would be the perfect opportunity to be the bigger man and apologise and discuss the words we clearly both regret but apparently, we're both children. So we don't. Instead, I add more fuel to the fire by stepping closer and offer a mirthless smile.
"Aw, did I touch a sore spot? Too close to home?"
He stepped closer, leaving mere centimetres between our faces. His hands are clenched by his sides, making it clear how much he's holding back a punch to my face and I'm glad for his strong resistance. One more taunt and I'm gone. "You know nothing about me," Erwin harshly hissed out.
I stared into his eyes and let the words soak in. "But you do and you used it against me," I quietly whispered out in hurt. I don't know why I suddenly shifted the mood since I'm not usually one to point out when I'm offended by something (usually choosing to bottle it up) but something about making him feel like a piece of shit is satisfying. The words seemed to do their intended effect because most of the anger on Erwin's face was wiped off and replaced with guilt, looking down at me with sad eyes.
"I didn't mean to. I don't mean any of it. I'm sorry... I'd never do that to you." Erwin whispered back just as softly, also not wanting to break the sudden fragile tension between us.
"But you did."
He sighed apologetically. "I know... and I would never... I don't know what came over me. I guess I've been stressed these days, not that it's a justifiable reason but yeah."
I silently studied his eyes and all I see is unadulterated remorse and regret.
"Forgive me?" He whispered shortly after.
I'm not one to hold grudges against good looking men (who aren't utter dickheads) who happen to catch my eyes. I'm not that strong. "Yeah," I whispered back. "You're still a man whore though. Not that I blame you honestly," I said in normal volume in a joking manner, to lighten up the mood. It kind of worked but it also kind of sparked another mood, which was unexpected.
"Rich coming from you," Erwin scoffed out. "Anyway, not my fault that people like dangerously good looking men like me."
When he commented on his appearance, I began checking him out (again) and accidentally sigh out, "yeah..."
Erwin's eyebrows shoot through the roof and at that moment, it occurred to me what the other kind of mood that settled in this mood. It was lust and intense sexual tension that seemed to have grown after I just blatantly admitted that I found him fucking hot. The initial trigger was probably when I mentioned his little boy going into many holes and I'm mad I hadn't noticed the addition to the atmosphere at that time. Anger really does overpower everything else.
Erwin's golden eyes get clouded in desire and his classic smug smirk is plastered on his face. That being said, he breathlessly repeats, "yeah?"
I gulped and tried to snap myself out of it by shaking my head. The sudden changes in the atmosphere was bound to give someone whiplash soon. "What I mean to say is yeah, it is your fault because..." yeah I don't where I was going with that. Anything I said would end up with my admitting he's sexy to his face. So I try to shift the conversation. "Anyway, you say rich coming from me but I hope you know it's mostly the other party coming onto me these days. I'm just that irresistible."
Erwin looked me up and down before replying in a slight huskiness, "I don't deny that one bit."
"H-Huh?" WHY IS HE FLIRTING BACK?! My eyes widened at his comment and my breathing shallower after hitching intensely. His unadulterated stare of lust caused me to gulp out of nervousness and anticipation.
No one moved. Sexual tension became suffocating. The tension that had been developing from the first time we kissed. I didn't know what to say. He didn't seem to say anything either, opting to just look at me with clouded eyes, which fucked with my libido. All I could feel was his minty exhale against my face. When did he get so close? All I could hear was the thumping of my heart and all I could smell was his woodland cologne, putting me under a spell. How did we go from professional, to mad, to sad, to horny in a matter of minutes?
He licked lips that the same time as I bit mine, both unconscious actions but both caused one another to finally snap under the tightness.
I don't know who moved first (I think was me by a few milliseconds) but all of a sudden, our lips were smashed together and we're clawing at each other. The kiss was by no means chaste and it was very different from the kiss at the club. It was passionate, rough and hungry. It was forceful, enough to keep pushing me back till my back hit against the wall. It made me tremble and melt in his arms. All coherent thoughts were dumped in the trash. All the previous stress oozed out of our bodies.
My neck became a bit strained from tilting up, so his arms moved from my back down to the back of my thighs and he pulled me closer. I got the message and wrapped my arms around Erwin's neck as jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. Erwin pressed forward to push our bodies together, which caused to me to detach my mouth to let out a long moan. He grunted in appreciation and the vibration against my throat made my head spin more.
Erwin didn't waste any time to trail kisses down my jaw and to my neck (when did he unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt and loosen my tie?). He latched onto my neck as I bared my neck with a breathless sigh. I was going to tell him to not leave a hickey but all that came out was a soft groan. I don't know how I managed since all that was running through my head was Erwin's tongue and teeth but I pushed off his blazer in haste and tugged off his tie.
I began missing his addicting mouth so I snaked up Erwin's shoulders, one hand cupping the back of his neck and the other grasping onto his locks. I bring him back to my mouth and part my lips as soon as they touch. Hot and persistent, he coaxes his tongue into my mouth and caresses the depths. Soft moans from the both of us echoed and got swallowed instantly. I'd discovered that tugging his hair caused him to make a noise of pleasure and abused the shit out of it.
My skin was on fire and the kiss grew more messy, frantic when Erwin gives an experimental grind towards my hips. I let out the dirtiest groan of the century, which seems to spur the other more because he began fumbling with the rest of my buttons.
I do the same thing to him as well, determining that there isn't enough contact involved. It proved to be a difficult task when you're making out, moaning and grinding all at the same time.
I only managed to take off two buttons (Erwin was halfway with mine) when his office's phone began ringing. We both abruptly pulled away and looked at each other with hunger as well as shock, all while panting to regain our breath.
Reality crashed on us as we both gaped at each other but none of us made a move to get away from our current position. The phone stopped ringing and this time, it's the phone's intercom that played.
"I apologies for disturbing your meeting with Mr. Hendrix but your appointment with Mr. Manix was scheduled three minutes ago." The message ended but we were both staring at the phone.
"Shit," is what we say at the same time and suddenly, we're rushing to fix ourselves up. Erwin went to the phone and told his secretary to give him two minutes whereas I was trying to unwrinkle my shirt and find where the fuck he threw my blazer.
He was doing the same but none of us said anything to each other nor did we look at each other. We were avoiding all sort of eye contact. And I was ruminating how much of a mistake (that's a fucking lie. Best fucking decision I've made, ever) that was because
1. The entire point in me avoiding this guy was so this didn't happen. Now I have an addiction that I can't satiate.
2. He's my fucking boss and that's ethically WRONG. I could get fired for this. Oh my god, am I going to get fired for this?
I looked at him with panic dancing in my eyes but he didn't seem to notice it. Well, he wanted it just as much as I did apparently so I think I'll be fine. Told you I'm irresistible
He was fixing up his tie when he looked up and locked eyes with me. I froze but didn't look away.
"Why are you so good at taking off ties?" I was expecting anger, denial or victim blaming. I was not expecting that and clearly, my face displayed that because he was waiting for a response with an entertained smile.
I clear my throat and use my acting skills to show how unaffected I was from that steamy make-out session. "It comes with experience," I said haughtily.
"Experience?" Erwin raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
"Then it's pretty clear who's the bigger whore in the room."
My nose scrunched up in confusion before I finally understood what he meant. I sputter out some noises before I go into denial mode. "N-No that's not what I meant! I just wore a lot of ties my lifetime and am a pro at taking them off because I hate them so much and I get excited taking them off." And it was kind of right. I had a taste of a fair share of suited up men.
"... sure." He didn't believe a single word.
"Shut up."
And then the awkward silence befell upon us. We both finished dressing up and I was meekly scratching the back of my head. I had the option of either addressing what happened or not.
I chose the latter.
"Uh so, I'll fix up what you told me and I'll tell everyone about the approval?"
Erwin looked at me like he wanted to say something else, maybe to address the elephant in the room but he sighs and said, "I– yeah, yeah. Just let everyone know about the minor changes. You should probably go before Mr. Manix comes in."
"Oh! Yeah. Have a good day sir... no, Winny." My hesitant smile turned into a beaming one when his face scrunches in disgust but his eyes exhibited relief. Apparently, all it took to get rid of the chilliest man's anger was a quick makeout session.
I left the room like nothing ever happened but when I reached the elevator, my legs gave way and I collapsed onto the floor. I smash the stop button when the metal box began moving and lean against the wall.
What the fuck just happened?
I didn't have the capabilities to think straight so I called the one person who can assist me through this mess of mine. Coincidentally, it should've been their lunchtime as well.
After a single ring, I hear my favourite jolly greeting.
"What?"
"Hello to you too Nero"
"I didn't say hello. I said what as in what do you want."
"I made out with Erwin." I didn't mean to blurt it out. I was meant to drag out our banter a bit longer before I snuck in the information somewhere along the line. But I was too distressed about what had just happened.
"... you... made out with Erwin?" On the other side of the call, I heard someone choke and begin coughing excessively.
"mhm"
"As in hot, passionate kissing?"
I felt myself blush red. "You know what making out is."
"with Erwin as in Erwin Fonzo, your boss?"
Now this was getting ridiculous. "Who else you dumb bitch? I need to vent my frustrations and you're wasting my time. The elevator can be stopped for so long."
"What do you mean–"
"I pressed the emergency stop button of the elevator so I can have a mental breakdown in the metal box."
I was expecting Nero to shift to mother mode and comfort me. I was ready to embrace, except that wasn't what happened. What happened was Nero began LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF like a dickhead.
"you... you... you finally... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
My mouth dropped in disbelief and offence. "ARE YOU LAUGHING AT MY DEMISE NEROVSKY POSTON?!" I screamed, hoping that everyone in the office did hear how much of a douche my best friend actually.
"No... I... I wasn't... yeah..." he finally started to calm down and taking deep breaths to maintain equilibrium. "Ok, I'm fine. It's fine... are you still there?"
I said nothing, infuriated at the fact that my friend finds my predicament amusing.
"From your angered breathing, I'm assuming you're still there but just mad at me. Come on, it couldn't have been a bad thing. I bet he's a great kisser. You enjoyed it didn't you?"
"OF COURSE I ENJOYED IT. THAT MAN IS GREAT AT EVERYTHING. WHY WOULDN'T KISSING BE ONE OF THEM? IT WAS AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE. BUT IT'S HOW WE GOT TO THAT POINT AND WHY IT HAPPENED AND WHY IT SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED THAT'S KILLING ME!" is what I wanted to scream back but I'm a petty bitch and remain quiet.
It's silent on the other side momentarily before Nero said something that broke my silence. "Hey, you owe me two hundo," There's an annoyed grumbler in the background.
"What on flippin' earth are you on about?" I concentrate hard on remembering any bets or reasons for owing him money.
"Oh, I wasn't talking to you."
"Huh? Then who were you... No... please no... Nero, are you alone?"
"Nah."
"So you're not having lunch alone?"
"Nope."
Oh dear lord no! "... who are you having lunch with?"
"... Leo."
I felt my heart stop and I was on the verge of becoming unconscious. "you– YOU ANNOUNCED TO MY BOSS'S BEST FRIEND THAT I KISSED HIM?! AM I ON SPEAKER?!"
Nero goes through another fit of laughter, this time accompanied by a lower voice. Electricity sparked out of my pores and all of a sudden, I was left in the dark. I remove the phone from my ear to see if any damage occurred to it. Surprisingly, the phone was still connected to the other side.
"Calm down you smurf haired freak–"
"Were you always this mean?"
"Yes. Anyway, Leo was bound to find out eventually. He just found out a lot earlier."
"But now he's going to go tell Erwin that I came to you to complain and freak out about it," I whined out like a child.
"No, he won't, dumbass. He knows that much."
"But I don't trust him."
"But I do and you trust me. So trust me on this."
"... fine whatever. Not like I can do much about it anyway."
"Exactly. That's the spirit."
"Also, why does Leo owe you two hundred bucks?"
"Because I won the bet."
"What bet?"
"When you two would kiss again. He bet it would take a lot longer."
"YOU BET ON US?!"
Nero snorted into the mic. "Why are you acting so surprised? It was the least to be expected, especially considering all the eye fucking you guys do to each other. You both think you're all so subtle but god, even a bat could see it. Leo had to actually slap Erwin to break the trance that your ass had caused."
Thank fuck I was alone in the dark because I know for a fact I looked like a red, shiny balloon. "I, uh, wuh?" Wait hold on, THAT'S RICH COMING FROM YOU, YOU OBLIVIOUS FUCKHEAD!
The other man snickered in amusement. "Stupefied?"
"To say the very least..." My ego was being fed by the fact that one of the hottest men on the planet thought I was just delicious as he was. Unexpected, but appreciated.
"So then what's the issue?"
"What do you mean what's the issue? I just nearly full on hooked up with my fucking boss that I had been avoiding for two weeks. If it wasn't for the sudden interruption, he'd probably have his way on his table and I would've done nothing to stop it."
"Anyone in their right minds wouldn't have denied sex from Erwin Fonzo. That guy is fucking hot and definitely a beast. I definitely wouldn't have said no."
"Oh yeah, he be packing. Fuck the guy who cockblocked my way to that hun– THAT'S NOT THE POINT."
"... why do you look so annoyed with me?"
"Huh? What do you mean look–"
"Not you Aiden you fuckwit. I was talking to Leo. His face shifted to irritation for some reason."
This time it was my turn to smirk. "Was it after you made the comment about Erwin?"
"... how'd you know?"
And he calls me oblivious. I laughed out loud and let a sly smile rest on my face. "I figured as much. You should say you're kidding and tell him to stop being a jealous boyfriend."
"Shut the fuck up Assden." By the sudden increase of Nero's volume, he shifted back to not-speaker mode.
"Hey, I was just trying to help. Unlike you, I'm good at it."
"*sigh* what do you want me to say? We both know the real reason as to why this entire thing happened, at least from your end but you're too in denial to accept it. You didn't even need me to talk to you about it. You just want some to tell you what you want to hear. Is that what you want me to do?"
I thumped my head against the metal wall and closed my eyes. We both know he's right. "Yeah, just let me hear what I want to hear."
"... you two making out was nothing more but physical attraction to one another. There is no emotional attachment involved whatsoever. Just lust, no love. Just your bodies being compatible and the sexual tension finally reaching its breaking points, especially after you began avoiding him. You just needed to get laid, which wasn't successful but I bet the kiss was just as effective as a measly one night stand with a nobody."
That did not make me feel any better but hearing the truth out loud would probably do more mental damage. "Thanks."
It turned quiet again, not knowing what else to say on this topic. So I shift it to something I appreciate more.
"So... lunch date with Leo? Already at that stage?"
"Oh no, we are not doing this."
"I hope you know that Erwin and I betted on your love life as well."
"Of course you did. We wouldn't be best friends otherwise." And with that, the call ended and I was left in silence with the hum of the elevator and yelling of the firefighters from the ground floor, asking whether I'm alright.
I closed my eyes and tried to nap.