You drop off your younger brother off at school as you make my way to work.

You suddenly regret thinking you could walk in the snow.

When you make it to the crosswalk, staring across when you see someone.

Blake, You're coworker. Your childhood rival. Your stupid one-sided crush.

Blake, sees you and grins as he waits at the other end of the crosswalk when our workplace is right behind him.

Your phone rings and, you pick It up when you see Blake mouth the words "Answer it, sweetheart."

"What?" You glare at blake across the street.

"You look dashing again today, sweetheart." Blake smiles and this time it reaches his eyes.

Your heart flutters for a second before you shut it down.

The crosswalk turns green and you start walking.

"I'm not your sweetheart."

You say back into the phone.

"Hm, I think you are."

You were about to talk back when you slip on the ice over the crosswalk in the middle of the street.

You were about to fall when someone pulls me around by your waist.

"Careful, sweetheart." Your coworker grins down at me.

His eyes fall down to your lips and you catch it as your own eyes fall to his lips. You were about to push away when he only pulls you closer.

You glance at him, confused.

Then someone yells “KISS HER ALREADY”

Your face instantly turns red. "Hey, let's just go and ignore what—"

"Hell, I'm going ignore what he just said."

Then his hand wraps around your nape, and he slams his lips on yours.

Kissing you roughly.