For the last month, me and y/n have been feeling this tension between us. I know I’m not the only one who feels it. Her/his perfect hair, those gorgeous eyes, God. She/He will be the death of me. Today we’re at a fun conference party, people are all about, drinking and discussing future projects and events. I look across the room seeing y/n talking to my old employer. My jaw ticks as his hand moves to her/his lower back, walking her/him to the bar. I stand, walking towards them, y/n noticing.
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