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7 Minutes in Hell - 01/10/16

The door closes, and I fumble for a switch. "Um, let me just-"

A light flickers on and I finally find the switch, across from me in the closet, with a hand that isn't mine already on it. "I got it." My gaze follows the arm connected to the hand, the broad shoulders, the strong jaw, the soft eyes. "So, uh... how's it been?"

"We just keep bumping into each other, huh?" I try to joke. My co-workers have been anything but subtle, trying to get Scott and I to touch each other as much as possible. I can't say it hasn't worked at all, but... Well, I did see it coming.

"They're all crazy," he laughs, but his eyes are still locked on mine and we both know they're right, no matter how crazy they act.

He steps closer to me, the closet seeming to grow to make room for us. "Look, I'm sorry I spilled on you earlier," I say, poking at the stain on his nice white dress shirt, right in the breast pocket.

"It's okay. I think I'll keep it." His hand covers mine so we're both touching his chest. "It's kind of artistic. You manage to do that a lot."

"Yeah, well, I usually try. Not this time." I finally break eye contact with him, looking down at my already disheveled shirt. "I wish my outfit was still decent at least."

"You look great," he murmurs, almost right in my ear.

I tilt my head up, and his lips are on mine, my eyes sliding shut, my hands moving up to intertwine behind his neck, his hands at the small of my back and the top of my spine.

And now he's tugging my dress shirt off and I'm doing the same to him, finally ridding him of that ugly wine stain, and I open my eyes and glance down to see that the wine soaked through to his tank top, which is clinging to his skin, but he redirects my gaze with a gentle finger so I'm looking up into his eyes again. "I told you. It's fine."

"Who said I was looking at the stain, huh?" I know I just did, but I also just said it was clinging to his skin, and yes, I want to take his tank top off, too. Obviously to clean it. Right.

"Sassy," he smiles. "You wanna see more or what?"

I run my hand through my hair, trying desperately not to look, well, desperate. "We've got a few minutes. Why not."

"Good, 'cause I need to see more of you." His hands slip under my T-shirt and lift it off, and the cool air licks at my spine but his hands are warm and all over my chest and resting on my hips once his chest is bare, too. And he's pulling me in closer, his fingers digging into my skin, our bodies touching as much as possible with the clothes we still have on. "We won't go much further now, but-"

"But maybe later tonight?" My words disappear into his mouth but he still hears them somehow. "Since you were going to drive me home anyways?" Before he can respond, I keep talking. "You know, this was originally going to be a wine night for me. Care to join?"

He kisses my jaw. "It's a date, Mitchy."

It takes a lot of willpower, but we pull away and put our shirts back on, breathing heavily. We need the last few minutes to slow back down, try to keep our lips from looking too swollen. I scrounge around and find some ice packs and we laugh at each other as we press them to our mouths in sync.

"I think it's almost time for us to get out," I say, putting the ice pack at the back of a shelf. "And I've got an idea."

"Which is?"

"Act like we're about to kiss and jump apart when the door opens?"

He smiles again, a hint of evil in his eyes. Not evil evil, but prankster evil. I think you got that, though. "I love it."

We shuffle closer together and put our foreheads together, hands hesitantly resting on shoulders. "Not too long now," I whisper.

I can hear footsteps approach the door and I brush my lips against his, trying to ignore how tight his grip on my upper arm becomes with anticipation.

The doorknob turns, light floods the closet, and as perfectly planned, Scott and I jump apart, looking embarrassed.

Kirstin looks worried, but her face is strained, as if she's trying not to smile. "Oh, I'm so sorry, guys! I just wanted to tell you 7 minutes is up..."

I hurriedly jump up, brushing past her and sitting back down on the couch next to my coffee. "Okay, um, next couple's up."

Scott sits at the opposite end of the couch, smoothing his hair back and looking red as a tomato. He's a good actor, I'll give him that. Well, I mean, there are a lot of things I'll give him. Especially when we get home tonight. But you knew that.

Ooh la la.

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