Not Safe for Work

by Nisha J. Tuli

His knee is still touching me, and if I was cognizant of his presence before, the last thirty seconds have just shifted me into hyper-awareness.

But it’s too late, and they’re both standing, fists balled at their sides. I rub my face with my hands and groan. Why are men?

It would be a shame if his shirt suddenly melted off his back.

i actually LOLed!!

At the moment, he’s looking at me like he’s trying to see straight to the very essence of my soul.

“You just deserve better than an asshole like that.”

“I want someone who makes me feel a little like I’m… burning in the best kind of way.”

What I meant was it’s hard to believe you’re an introvert because you shine in every room you enter.”

ahhhhhhh!! 😍

“There’s nothing unmissable about you. That’s all I meant. That there isn’t anywhere you could go where everyone wouldn’t notice you.”

“Rafe, why did you draw me?” I whisper. The silence drags on so long that I don’t think he’ll answer, but then he says, “Because I draw things that are beautiful to me.”