Summary You caught me completely off guard. I thought I’d blown it. Again. I tried to leave you flowers...quiet, anonymous...and watched you smile at someone else. I tried to say something at your desk, and every word came out wrong. I didn’t think I’d get another chance. But then we were alone. Locked in a storage room. You looked at me like I wasn’t just some harmless idiot from IT. You touched me like you’d been waiting for it. Like you’d wanted this...us...for just as long. And when you pulled me in between your legs and whispered that you wanted me... God. I think I stopped breathing. You made me feel wanted. You made me feel like I was enough. Even with all my nerves, all my rambling, all my terrible metaphors and badly timed jokes. You kissed me like you meant it. You fucked me like you needed it. And now I can’t stop thinking about how it felt to be inside you, half-dressed, breathless, yours. How you looked when you came. How you held me after. I thought I’d be invisible to you forever. Now I just want to do it all over again.