I met a wonderful woman this summer. Her name is MC and the thought of her makes my heart pound like never before.

After her short stay with us I tried to forget her. But not really. Against my best judgement and despite my initial resolutions, I was following her socials the day after she had left.

Now I go to sleep thinking about her. I wake up thinking about her. But I make it work. My showers are a bit longer, I change undies more often. It's okay, it's cute. I have a crush. It'll pass and in the meanwhile I make it work. Minimal disruption.

Or so I thought.

Until on day, I find myself in the office working. I'm compiling my billables, checking everything is squared. Yawn.

Phone screen brigthens. MC has posted new content. Yes please!

Tap. Her face lights up my screen.

She's staring directly at me. Smirking.

I melt down in my chair. My brain shuts down.

It turns back on. How long have I been like this? The girls are out of my bra and my blouse, my hand is busy down there. I'm soaked.

I panic. Jump out of the chair, rushes the door. Lock it. Phone's still in my hand. Smirk still smirking.

My pants slide down, I scan the room. Oh. I never realized how irregular those chair armrests were.

Hop. Left knee on the chair. Right foot on the floor. Armrest just in the right place. Panting. Biting my lips to stay quite. Now you know why she's smirking, I think to myself. You're pathetic. You want her to kiss you? If she could see you she'd sooner slap you.

My left cheek stings. I think. Did I just slap myself? Oh fuck, here it comes...