days of war/nights of love: pt 4

she could feel his heart beating through the heated skin of his chest. she kissed the place where she thought it could be found and was rewarded with a sleepy smile. she couldn't figure out why they were so hungry for love during the night and so bitter during the day. she couldn't figure out why during the day she thought she didn't love him as much. why she sometimes flirted with her boss. she didn't want to think about it. those things didn't belong here, not at this time, not while she was lying next to him. in fact they didn't belong at all.

it didn't change the reality. when she had gotten back to work she had sat down in her cubicle, specially designed to torture its employees with its carpet covered walls and no doors. she couldn't say for sure if she was valued at her job, she felt like just another pencil pusher, except she pushed keys not lead. looking at the clock she realized that she had made a subconcious effort to get back to the office by two. it was always at two that her boss called her into the office to... well, flirt. he called it taking account of the business environment, but that's not what it was and they both knew it. before she left at a 1/4 to 3 he asked her out to dinner, as usual, and she said no, as usual. with her hands on the doorknob she felt it was harder to say no this time, the word seemed lodged in her throat. her boss had moved closer to her until she could feel his breath on her neck. he kissed the junction beneath her ear where jaw bone and muscles meet. it was an intimate gesture and when it was over she knew that she did not like the place where she stood between the door and this man's chest.