My eyes flutter closed as I lean back, sinking into the soft leather that feels almost like a caress. In a non-creepy and non-sexual way of course. Just in a super luxurious office chair kind of way. “I might be in love with you,” I whisper. “Oh, really?” At the sound of the very male and very familiar voice, my eyes fly open. And then, for reasons that must date back to prehistoric times and not logical, modern ones, I dive under my desk to hide.
