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Damon throws task after task my way, so I eat my fajita wrap at my desk while I keep working.
Because: work ethic.
After taking a warm shower, I’m heating up leftover soup for dinner when I get home. I cut up some bread and cheese, preparing each of our plates.
I’m halfway done with my soup by the time Harvey finally shows his face, freshly showered. His cologne has a dash of cinnamon, and it hits me like a pocket full of memories. The burgundy long tee he’s wearing isn’t half-bad either.
We eat silently, the sound of cutlery the only noise.
“I’m going to LA next week for work,” I tell him when I’m done, taking my plate to rinse it in the sink.
Again, his muscles flex, straining the side of his neck. “Okay.”
I nod, putting my stuff in the dishwasher. “I leave Thursday after work. I’ll be back Saturday evening.”
He says nothing.
“I know you’re leaving Friday with your Dad and Henrik. But...”
He sighs, and it’s a rare sight. I want to run to him and ask about his troubles, yet something stops me. Perhaps it’s my willingness to give him more space. “Don’t worry—Claire will be here.”
“So if she wouldn’t be, I’d have a reason to worry?”
He shakes his head. “Nope! I’m giving you some peace of mind. I’ll be fine.”
“Alright.” I nod and make my way to my bedroom, where I throw myself on the bed.
I’ve been nowherebut here. He can’t pretend my return to work has caused him to withdraw.
I bury myself in my book, hoping to forget all about my current reality with a certain blue-eyed, blond-haired man.
“So you’re going to LA. Lucky you. I wish I could get away from this cold weather,” Marie says the next day as we’re eating at a sushi joint for lunch.
“The warmer weather is a high incentive.”
“And you get to go inside Dreygon’s plane.” She shrugs, and I don’t comment on the fact that she doesn’t seem like the type to care about that.
Damon’s schedule is fully booked today. He has meeting after meeting with clients, and it’s already four o’clock by the time I head into his office.
“Would you like something to eat?”
“No. I’m good. I have dinner plans soon.”
My eyes land on his and freeze before I walk out of his office, closing the door behind me.
Does he have a date?
Like a loser, I check his calendar and see that he’s blocked it off. He didn’t specify the type of event. Maybe he has a girlfriend? Or more? I never even asked him.
I remind myself it doesn’t,shouldn’tmatter.
He’s my boss. That’s all.
An hour later, I end up in the same elevator as Damon and a few other people. Our floor team is really small, so it’s never crowded. Damon and I basically have one full office space section to ourselves. Knowing him, it was most likely done purposely.
As more people fill up the elevator car, Damon ends up right behind me, his hand squeezing my hip, releasing it just as quickly.
I feel like I’m walking on air once Damon and I walk into the parking lot. He makes mefeelthings. Things I haven’t felt in years. Things I didn’t even feel as a teenager.
