Liar, Liar

Ex's and O's

Your eyes fluttered open, body floating with a good night's sleep. Everything in the world felt good until what happened last night crashed you back to reality and you hid underneath your comforter.

No way that happened. No. Freaking. Way.

You and your boss? You kicked your legs and squealed as happiness, awkwardness, and wanting the ground to swallow you whole all overwhelmed you. How were you going to face him? Would you both pretend what happened last night didn't or did you cross a line that you could never go back behind?

You laid there for a bit, contemplating some things and if it wasn't for the ringing of your phone, you would've done that for longer.

You threw your hand out and blindly felt around for your phone as it continued to ring. Feeling it in your grasp, you grabbed it and answered. "Hello?"

"Morning, Y/N." All he did was say morning but his deep voice did strange things to you, as if your body remembered his touch and wanted more.

"Morning," you answered, hoping your voice wouldn't revealing what you were thinking.

"How are you feeling?" you heard a ruffling sound as if he was going through a stack of papers.

"Good. You?"

"Like the luckiest man in the world. I'm going to finish up some paperwork and swing by to pick you up in say an hour?"

These heart palpitations could not be good for you but how could you help it when he said things like that. "What? Where are we going?"

"My mother called and wants us over for brunch."

Oh fuck. The thought of sitting across his mother knowing her son did dirty things to you sounded like torture.

"What's the dress code?" you asked.

"Casual."

"Rich people casual or working class casual because my idea of casual is a pair of sweats and sneakers."

He laughed, the vibration played with your ear. "Definitely no sweats. Maybe a dress? Something floral? The complete opposite of what you had on last night."

"I'll see what I can do."

"I can't wait to see you, y/n." He hung up and you got out of bed, getting ready for this so called brunch.

You were just putting on the final touches of your make up when you heard your door unlock and if it wasn't for you remembering that he had took your keys last night then you would've probably freaked out and accidentally stabbed your eyeball with this mascara wand. "In here!" You called out from the bathroom.

A few seconds later, he walked in, set the keys on the counter, and kissed you breathless.

"I've been wanting to do that all morning," he breathed once he pulled away.

Rendered speechless by his amazing mouth, you quickly turned around and put away your make up, trying not to melt into a puddle onto the floor.

"You look good enough to eat," he said from behind you, making things worse. You looked up and watched as he stared at you through the mirror, his eyes slowly moving up your body until they settled on your own and you swear it felt like he had just finished making love to you.

"I could say the same about you," you said while clearing your throat and gesturing to his outfit of a cream linen shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown loafers. The casual outfit was different than the usual suits you saw him in and you decided you loved seeing him so undone.