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It was a hot day, one of those days where everything seems slow and sticky, humidity hanging in the air. The kind of day where even the thinnest articles of clothing felt like thick winter sweaters.

Holland sat down on the edge of your office desk as he lit a cigarette—the snap of your fingers quickly brought his attention to you and your exasperated gaze.

‘You can’t smoke in here,’ You mouthed out as you cradled the wired telephone between your shoulder and cheek. You were just barely paying attention to the client on the other line yapping. You were more focused on typing out an email on your overheating computer.

Holland used your desk to push out his cigarette, quickly wiping it off as to make sure he didn’t leave a mark. You ended your phone call as you felt his two hands on your shoulders, his head dipping down to kiss the hollow of your neck from behind.

“You need a break.” Holland smiled slightly as you continued typing, the slight hun of the AC filling the humid air.