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Office tension, professional boundaries crossed

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Have You Always Known Exactly Where I Break?

I could see your pulse in your throat, a frantic little bird trapped under the skin, while you discussed the charcoal's grit.

14 min · 16 views · workplace

Clara's Pliers

The grease on her knuckles was the color of a wet asphalt road in Memphis, and I wanted to lick it clean.

11 min · 581 views · amalfi coast

Lock the Door

The rain hit the glass like a frantic syncopated brush on a snare, making the silence between our desks feel as heavy as an unplugged amp.

11 min · 421 views · workplace

Silas's Lanyard

I checked his neck for the plastic badge, a nervous tic of an old habit, wondering if the years had softened the sharp line of his collarbone.

21 min · 344 views · workplace rivalry

I’m Pretty Sure the Aperture Was Fine

He watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed, a tiny, rhythmic tick that felt more honest than anything she’d actually said.

23 min · 326 views · workplace

—and honestly, the Pinot wasn't even that good

Julian leaned in, his breath smelling of expensive oak and a very specific kind of corporate rebellion that I found suddenly, dangerously intoxicating.

11 min · 181 views · workplace

August 28th, 11:42 PM

The salt air is doing things to your hair that your stylist in the Loop would probably categorize as a breach of contract.

12 min · 391 views · workplace

Nobody Is Looking At Us Right Now

She smells like expensive paper and the kind of tequila that makes you forget your own zip code.

11 min · 515 views · workplace

Cabin 14B

The fireplace roared like a dying engine while we stripped away the corporate armor, leaving only the raw, shivering truth of it.

17 min · 4,758 views · workplace romance

I Should Have Left After the First Toast

The salt on your neck was a seasoning I hadn't prepared for, sharp and minerals-heavy against the dull sweetness of the hotel's cheap champagne.

17 min · 1,913 views · college homecoming

"I Think We're Past the Point of Professional Courtesy"

The fluorescent hum of the Acela lavatory flickered against the salt-crusted window while her hand white-knuckled the plastic sink-edge, drowning out the conductor’s announcement.

13 min · 523 views · acela express

—unless you're counting the minibar

I’m in the third row of the keynote, watching your pulse thrum against your collar. I’ve never hated a lanyard more.

21 min · 446 views · workplace