I would avoid looking at him and I would know he was doing the same. But I could feel him thinking about me, I knew he could feel my thoughts too. I wondered if he felt the rawness, the open bruise pleasantly bleeding beauty I felt when I thought about him.
In my head, I have made love to him so many times and as I saw him change direction on his way to the kitchen after seeing me, I knew he was thinking the same thing.
There was nothing going on and there was yet so much going as well. I couldn’t believe that everyone in the office couldn’t feel the vibrations coming off our bodies, the longing, the desperate crazy longing for something that was not yours to have.
I needed him and I didn’t. and that is why I wanted him, that is why I had to have him.