(Tabatha's P.O.V.)
Sunlight slants through the curtains, fan whirling lazily overheard. I can hear the bird songs and I know... I know it's time to go. I blink the sleep from my eyes, seeing clothes scattered upon an otherwise immaculate bedroom floor—I'm jealous.
He has binders and folders all nearly stacked, organized by color. A fancy white carpet and—
He wraps his arms around me, whispering into my neck, "Stay."
His voice sounded so desperate just then, so vulnerable, that I almost do. He's so... he's so warm, even in a world so cold.
"Please." I can feel his breath tickle my skin—it is not warm, rather hot and uneven. My body buzzes, my mouth going dry.
I smile to myself.
I know it's wrong but—I've never been one for self control anyhow. My head's pounding, throbbing and beating behind my eyes... I can't even remember how much I'd drank last night. So I relax into his grasp. In it, I feel safe. Secure. And my pain eases.
My heart blooms with something like love, I think. I'm not sure; a slow sleepiness makes my mind foggy, thoughts airy and light, like the soft kisses from last night. Surprisingly soft, not at all taking and desperate as I'd imagined.
Again, I smile to myself, allowing the memories to take me back. A warmth spreads through my body, from my cheeks to my toes.
I've never been one for self control so... what's wrong with sleeping with my boss just a bit longer?
