“I kissed him...”
I kissed him. Right there, in the middle of everyone: co-workers, bosses, that weird guy who always hung around the office but didn't actually work there...
I just leaned in, grabbed him by the collar, and laid one on him with such force that I was half-certain that I had accidentally knocked one of my front teeth out.
And if anything could possibly be more awkward than kissing a co-worker in the middle of the office, in the middle of the day, in front of an audience, making it look like a slasher-cum-vampire film by bleeding from the mouth would be the way to go.
His hands had flown up to my arms when I had lunged for his shirt, and were gripping the backs of my elbows as tightly as I was fisting the material of his shirt between my fingers. His lips were dry against mine, and, blessedly, beginning to part slightly under the pressure of my lips. The warm tease of his tongue brushed against my bottom lip, and I began to relax slightly, allowing the tense muscles of my shoulders ease out of the knots they were beginning to form. I tilted my head slightly to the right, and he mirrored my motions, slotting our mouths together so that our noses no longer bumped together.
Oh, I was definitely getting fired for this.
I finally released his shirt, unconsciously smoothing the wrinkles I had created, while simultaneously taking advantage of the proximity and permission to touch to admire the muscles underneath. Muscles that flexed and relaxed as his hands made their way from my arms to my waist.
I could hear the shell-shocked group of our co-workers start to shift, awkwardly, uncomfortably, and slowly filter from the room. I took a step closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.
Getting fired would totally be worth it.
Someone cleared their throat, somewhere behind me and to the left. I was less than pleased to separate my lips from his, but when I finally opened my eyes, and looked into his, I could see the gleam of happiness in his stare. Well, then.
I straightened up, rearranged my shirt (which had gotten rucked up a bit during the...kissing) and turned to face the owner of one particularly stern throat-clearing noise.
"Get back to work," my boss said, arching her eyebrow angrily. I nodded silently, but didn't fail to see the small smirk at the corner of her lips. I took two steps to walk past her, and she turned and began to walk with me.
"Finally," she whispered, her face still a mask of seriousness. "We had a pool going as to when you two were going to stop making starry eyes at each other over the water cooler and do something about it." She stopped me in front of her office, turning to face me. " And while your behavior is completely unacceptable for a professional work place, I won the pool, so I'm three thousand dollars richer, and you're off the hook."
She disappeared into her office with a smile.
nt - 5/15/10
Notes: Hollywood calls tonight; wish me luck!
*Prompt taken from The Write Brain Workbook: 366 Exercises to Liberate Your Writing by Bonnie Neubauer