Trust Issues

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

It's been a few weeks since the wedding and my love confession. Things have gone back to normal, and by that I mean the office has been swamped with work since we came back and I barely have time to take a lunch break.

The wedding just had to be right before the busy season, aka the time of year the office gets the most projects and or clients. Me and Dave haven't gotten a chance to talk about the wedding and what happened after we were swept up in the tidal wave of undless work. Dave's basically been sleeping at the office as if it was his second home.

Since we haven't been able to talk I've just been playing every scenario in my head, as the busy season starts to dwindle down my anxiety rises. How am I supposed to face him again? I had a reason to avoid him but everyday the workload has been decreasing, at this point we'll be back to normal in a week. I've been mentally punching myself for confessing to him, especially in that situation. Like what kind of honry bastard confessing to the person they've fallen in love with while they're trying to ride them? Ugh just the thought of what happened makes me want to hit my head repeatedly against my office wall.

I didn't even mean to confess yet, it was like my mind decided to act without letting my brain know in advance. I didn't even realise that I was in love with him until I said that, it was like that night time getaway he planned sealed the deal. I've been falling for him for a while. I knew that, but I always held onto the edge for dear life. Looking back on it he was always my type, but since I was in a relationship at the time I never noticed it. If I wasn't in a relationship when I met him, I would have given him a chance.

Sigh, not being able to see him for weeks has taken a toll on me. I've been thinking about him daily, it's always worse at night. I find myself just lying in bed missing his touch, wanting his lips on me. Since when was I this thirsty for him? Is this a sign that I really am in love with him? The answer is probably yes, these feelings started showing up more and more after I confessed.

My brain is too distracted to focus on work right now, I get up and go towards the break room. I've hit a decent stopping point so I can afford a 10 minute break. I walk into the break room and turn on the kettle to make some coffee, it looks like I'm the only person brave enough to take a break. I sit on the coach and scroll through social media, I wait a minute for the kettle to stop and start making my coffee. As I'm loading my cup with sugar I hear the door open, it seems someone else is brave enough to take a break. I grab another cup and start making some coffee for my new guest, I put a decent amount of sugar and milk and turn to give it to them. Of course with my luck the person who I just made coffee for was Dave. I felt my breath caught in my throat when I saw him, he was sitting on the couch. The first few buttons on his shirt were open, his hair is a mess like he's been messing with it all day. He's sitting with his legs wide open as he lets his head fall back into the coach, he looks exhausted. I take an audible gulp before walking over to his coffee cup in hand.

"You look like shit."

I put the cup of coffee in front of him and watch as he finally sits up.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome, I honestly didn't know who I was making this for. I heard you come in but didn't bother looking until now."

"How sweet of you, looking out for our team."

"Yea, I'm doing your job for you."

"Hey, that's payback for being your plus one a few weeks ago. Speaking of the wedding, we haven't been able to talk about that night."

"Yea, when we got back it was 'busy season'. I haven't seen you in weeks, you basically live in the office now."

"If you have a few minutes we can talk about it now over coffee?"