The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

19. Softest Lips

I walked into work, immediately noticing Maribel at her desk.

Thank god I wasn't gonna be doing her job anymore. Tyler wasn't as low maintenance as I had thought.

"Hey. Tyler's not here yet is he?" I asked Emily.

"Nope. He should be in a few."

I nodded, walking to my desk as she picked up a call.

Soon enough, he walked in.

Maribel was about to speak to him when he stopped her, telling her to give him a minute.

"Brown. My office."

He walked to his office.

He's never called me by my last name before—ever.

Fuck.

I breathed out before proceeding behind him. I shut the door and turned around, finding him taking off his blazer jacket, locking the door next to me.

"Tyler if this is about that night..."

"It's about the fact that we both acted on eachother in the moment," he looked away before continuing. "Look, Bella's gone a lot from work and whenever I need a release I act on it. I didn't mean for it to be you."

"Tyler, I literally pulled you in. It's not fully your fault. I just don't want it to be awkward now."

"It won't."

"And sorry...again," I began.

Tyler chuckled under his breath.

I raised a brow, confused.

"What?"

"That night, you said you'd stop apologizing when you mean shit."

"Right..." I bit my lip.

"You also said you wasn't sorry for kissing me."

"I was drunk."

"I know."

I watched him take out the keys from his pocket, placing them on the table as he opened up the window.

"...I still meant what I said."

Tyler turned, surprised.

"Which part?"

I walked over, his lips parting as he realized what I was about to do.

I slowly went in, watching his expression soften as my lips grazed his ever so gently.

It was the softest kiss I could imagine, I wanted to savor the moment.

His lips barely moved, only feeling what my lips were capable of instead—or maybe he was in shock, I wasn't sure which.

I pulled away.

"Any different from the other night?" He asked.

I smiled, shaking my head.

"Still soft."

It surprisingly wasn't awkward at all; the tension was cut and it felt so natural.

Before I could turn, he pulled me in again, but this was the complete opposite; it was rougher.

My back met the wall as we caught our breaths, his lips next to my ear.

"This is a one time thing."

I kissed him again, then pushing him back.

"Agreed."

He kissed my neck.

"We can't be doing this in the office."

"Definitely shouldn't." I moaned lightly as his lips moved up my chin to my my lips again.

"Stop kissing back," he smiled through the kiss.

I laughed, breaking it.

"You know you got a meeting in 5, right?"

His eyes widened as he looked over the clock.

"Shit."

I watched him quickly move to the mirror behind him, adjusting his shirt; both of us realizing the bulge peeking through his pants.

"Shit, shit shit."

I chuckled as I helped him remove the gloss from his lips with a napkin.

"Tyler, they're really pink."

"Is it obvious?" he asked.

"Just say you burned your lips on some coffee or something."

"They're gonna see right through this shit." He sighed, looking at himself in the mirror.

"What do I say?" I asked, worried.

"That I...that I was teaching you how to type something up, fuck, I don't know. How long we been in here?"

"Like, 15."

"Yeah, just say I was talking to you about how to take notes for tomorrow's meeting."

I nodded, fixing myself up before making my way out first.