Pressed against the wooden desk,your hands clumsily found their way to hold onto the edge, blindly knocking over the documents that were on it.But how could you look back to see when your boss was pinning down?Golden hair that was usually brushed into a neat bun grazed your face—Her face looming over yours as green, unreadable pupils stared into yours,as if scrutinizing your every move.Her slender hands,full of experience they gently rested next to your hips as she stepped into your personal space.

You didn't know how the hell this happened.All you could remember was you coming to Bernadette's office, bringing her a cup of coffee —Which,you glanced at the usually clean and polished floor that was now stained by coffee.When you looked down, slender fingers glided to your jawline,her palm comfortably resting under your chin as she lifted your gaze to meet back with hers

—"Dont worry about it now.Its just some coffee spill."