The two of you had unmistakable sexual tension that you could cut with a knife. Everyone else had noticed it and the room would go quiet when you two had your little standoffs.

Graves refused to believe he was into you, he hated you and you hated him. In reality you were both obsessed with eachother and desperately needed to relieve the tension.

He had his arms crossed, glaring at you and staying silent. You two did this often, everyone in the room was quiet, waiting to see what would happen.