I never imagined I’d let things go this far, especially with someone I work with every day. It started so small—just a few jokes here and there, the kind that make you laugh when the day gets long. He was always around, always ready to help out or share something funny. I didn’t think much of it at first.
But then, one evening, we were both the last ones in the office. NEPA had just restored power after a long outage, so we were trying to finish up before it went out again. The place was almost empty, just the hum of the generator in the background. He came over to my desk to check on my work, but he stood closer than usual, close enough that I could smell his perfume.
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When he came over to my desk, I knew where this was heading, and I should have stopped it. But I didn’t. He stood close—too close—and I could smell his cologne, that mix of wood and spice that always made my heart race. His hand brushed against mine, and for a moment, I forgot where we were. I forgot everything except how much I wanted him.
One thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were in the copy room, the door barely closed behind us. It was reckless and stupid, but in that moment, it felt like the only thing that mattered. His hands on me, the heat of his breath on my neck—it was overwhelming. I wanted to lose myself in it, to forget about the consequences.
When it was over, reality hit me hard. We both straightened up, avoided looking at each other, and acted like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. I knew we’d crossed a line that could mess everything up.
Now, every time I see him in the office, it’s awkward. I want to pretend it didn’t happen, but it’s there, hanging between us. I know it was wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about it, about him. I hate that I let it happen, but part of me misses that feeling, that thrill, even though I know it’s risky. I just hope it doesn’t blow up in my face..
