Reflections [Complete]

Chapter 12

For the split second while my lips were moving over his completely unhindered I felt like my impulsive act had paid off as his pliant mouth was warm and soft under mine which gave me the confidence to press my luck further. I was just about to try and pry his mouth open with mine when he snapped to attention and ripped away from me before he sprang up from his chair and took multiple hurried steps away from me, stumbling in the rush to put some distance between us.

"What...what are you doing?"

Shit!

"Uh...Kong....wait.."

I got up from my chair to follow him which only led him to stumble backward some more.

"Stop! Don't come near me."

"Kong, I...I shouldn't have done that. I'm so, so, sorry. But just let me explain please."

"Arthit I think you should leave."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Kong, please just listen to me first..."

"I really need you to leave now."

He had slowly added enough distance between the two of us now that we were close to being on the opposite ends of the room. And ideally I would have very much liked to have continued trying to get him to listen to me, but right now he looked spooked to the point where he was worried I was going to pounce on him without warning again. And to be fair to him I did pounce on him once already. Fuck!

I really shouldn't have done that. Exactly what part of all my interactions with Kong indicated that he would be open to be blitzing him like that. Of course this was going to be his reaction. And we had literally just gotten back to talking terms tonight and I had to go and ruin it. I am such an idiot. Fuck!

I looked at him silently for a few moments while he kept trying to avoid my gaze, squirming uncomfortably across the room. I guess I need to do some massive damage control but I doubt he would be open to listening to me right this instant. So I walked over to the door and turned around one last time.

"Kong, I really am sorry. I...I...uh will see you at work on Monday ok? Goodnight."

And I really hope atleast that part would remain true. That I hadn't freaked him to the point that he bails out on work. I am such a gigantic moron. How did my addled brain justify simply kissing him out of the blue. The man hated contact. Of any sort. He didn't speak until absolutely necessary. He ate alone on his desk every single day. One stupid company party and he literally got a panic attack. And like the imbecile I am I think, sure kiss him, why would he have any problems with his boss locking lips with him without any warning whatsoever.

But to be fair to my delusional brain, it didn't feel like I was just anyone to him anymore. Because I spend so much time thinking about him, I had somehow convinced myself that it might be atleast partially true from his side too. He had made significant attempts to talk to me in the past. He even tried cooking lunch for me on several occasions. Hell, we were literally discussing the sketch he drew of me not 5 minutes ago. It was very hard to not take them as atleast blurry signals of some sort.

Sure opening up to someone on a very small scale, huge on Kong's standards, as a friend was very different than having your male boss assume certain liberties with you. And now that it had rebounded on my face so spectacularly, I can point out my mistake a little more clearly. Now all that is left is to hope that Kong shows up at work on Monday. Step two will obviously involve finding a way to apologize to him in any way possible. And after tearing my hair out the rest of the weekend worrying about what Monday morning will hold for us I finally made my way to work to find him sitting at his desk in the exact same manner he did every single day.