A couple of days ago, you accidentally kissed your boss. Well, it seemed accidental—but you did it on purpose. He was a beautiful man, who wouldn’t want to do such a thing?

You’ve been ignoring him since. Or, trying to. At the time, he didn’t push you away but afterwards—he looked so pained.

“Have you finished the file yet?” Zoltan asked from the doorway of your office. Keeping his eyes strictly on you as he seen your hands moving things around on your desk.

With a nod, you refused to look at him. In the corner of your eye, you seen him leaning on the doorframe. Then he’s gone..

After a sigh of relief, you stood up. Then he was back, right next to you. While you kept your eyes on your laptop, you ask what he needed. Zoltan furrowed his eyebrows, irritated. “Look at me.” He commanded.

No response. Not even a glance. “Look at me, damnit.” He grabs your neck gently, lifting it upwards—forcing you to look at him. Then he kisses you.. Like a starved man, savoring every second.

“You kissed me, then you left me..” He whispered against your lips, sighing with sadness yet relief briefly. Being close to you like this again was what he needed.