How could any female work in these conditions and not be completely besotted with him? And then he opens his mouth…and I remember why. “Did you sleep at all last night? You look like shit.” “Thanks,” I mutter as I refocus on his day. “I didn’t sleep much either, actually, can you remind me later to send flowers.” I bite the side of my cheek. Fucker.
And we all say, “oof,“ together… Harsh
