I want to hug him, he’s doing all this for me. If he’d taken a picnic to Helen’s office, maybe she’d have welcomed him with open arms. I shouldn’t take him for granted and behave like a spoiled bitch and keep rejecting him. This guy cares about me enough to bring me lunch, no one’s ever done that for me before, no one’s ever cared enough about whether I’ve eaten or not. Even my mother. And yes, it’s slightly inappropriate, and to everyone else it might even be a bit weird, but how can
but boundariessssss
