Unspoken

Taking the elevator to the 12th floor was a standard way I started my day. It was boring. I was bored. I hated the smell here and hated the atmosphere. I hated this place, and I wondered why I always showed up...

Laughing to myself, I knew the answer Eno… I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his name. His pale flawless skin, his chiseled jawline, his broad shoulders. My heart skipped a beat whenever he put his long fingers through his brown hair. Biting my lip at the thought of his perfect body. I came here every day just to see him. To be around him, to sneak glances at him, was my reason to continue this nothingness in this boring office. I hated it here, but I wanted him, and I would come here every day just to see him.

Today was the day I wasn’t turning back. Today I will make my move. I’ve been working in this office for 5 years. I’ve watched him for 3 of those years. Funny thing is he started here before me, about 6 years ago, I never noticed him till that day. I heard his name, and we crossed paths a few times. I never even cared who he was, never looked at him. But one day we happened to catch each other’s eyes and that was it. We had an instant connection. I felt it, but never made a move. Never took the chance. We worked on some projects together, we both had the same work ethic and determination. He was always focused with the task at hand. He intrigued me to the point that it blew my mind. I would ponder for hours trying to understand him and the facts that I knew about him. He is smart, caring, funny and charming. He carries himself like an alpha; he gets what he wants and never backs down. But he also comes off friendly when he needs to be. Everyone liked him and thought of him as a reliable colleague. We spent time together here and there, nothing too non work related and nothing too personal. We definitely had chemistry, and we never took it anywhere. He was sweet to me when no one was around, but never crossed that line. He didn’t have a wife or girlfriend, he didn’t spend time like that. His time was always about work, and outside of work he liked hanging with his college friends or painting. He didn’t really have an urgent need to date. He told me once that he goes on blind dates here and there to appease his mother, but nothing too serious, since he wasn’t really interested. I told him about my failed dates, and we laughed at how terrible it is these days. He always seemed to have time to answer my question or to help when I was stuck on something. He is a great person and I enjoy being around him. Almost as if we were dating without dating. We were connected without a connection. It was unspoken, we were like magnets and sometimes like the north and south pole just hovering without getting close. We never once got close enough, but it was there. This intense heat, passion that was unspoken. When he smiled, I could see it, but he never once took a step there. As if trying to hold on for fear of losing. For fear of something being mistaken. Whenever I spoke, he always met my gaze without hesitation. I wondered how long this might go on. Why he never took a chance. Was he scared? He could see it when he looked in my eyes, he knew I had feelings, he knew that I felt what he felt. After 3 long years of this intense chess game, I was ready to call checkmate. I was ready to prove I wasn’t going to back down. Tired of this place and these people. Today was the d day, I will openly express it without hesitation.

Midday- I needed to make my move, and I wasn’t sure how he would accept it. I was tired of pretending, tired of not showing how I felt. I needed him to know, and it had to be done today. He sat there all nonchalant as if he was waiting for something to happen. He hadn’t moved from that seat for over an hour. It was my chance while no one was paying attention. I walked over shyly and said, “Hey Eno, can I ask you something?” He looked up at me with a confused gaze, nodding his head in agreement. I started to walk to the side of the building where no one was standing, and he followed. I stood there with anticipation and excitement of what might happen. I had no idea what he might say or how he might act. I wasn’t even sure if he knew what I was thinking, but I was determined to show my feelings, and I didn’t care to hide them. He walked past me to lean on the wall. I turned around, looking at him as he casually tossed his brown hair from his deep golden brown eyes. He was slim, lean but muscular as he crossed his legs and arms, naturally giving the ‘I don’t care’ look but also saying ‘I’m curious.’ I smiled at him sheepishly and took a few steps towards him, close enough that our bodies slightly grazed each other. I leaned into his scent that smelled so familiar yet new. My lips almost touched his ear as I whispered, “What time are you getting off work today?” I wanted him to not misunderstand my intentions, there would be no chance to overlook how close I was, how sexy my tone was and how erotic my words were. Even the most normal sentence from my mouth at that very moment wasn’t intended to be mistaken. I wanted him, that was a fact. His breath was smooth as if, if it didn’t impact him at all. As if this fact I was proving was something he knew all too well. I was even more intrigued. I didn’t move an inch and didn’t want him to have any space that didn’t include me. At this moment my intentions were clearer, crystal clear. I waited, breathing slowly, he said back to me, “Around 8 pm.” I smiled as my lips were so close to his skin, I could feel the heat coming off of him. I replied, “Great, I’m in the mood for something raw...MMM sushi, see you when you get off.” I backed off giving back his space, turning around and walking back smiling knowing he was affected by my forwardness, not intending him to back out at all. Not accepting no for a response. I was determined to show just how much I wanted him. There won’t be any issues with timing, no issues with misunderstanding my intentions. Clear to the point and precise was my plan…