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never thought Iād feel this way about someone at work. I mean, office crushes happen, right? But thisā¦ this is different. It started out so innocentājust the usual casual glances, a quick smile in passingābut now, every time I see him, it feels like my body reacts before I can even think. Like there's this magnetic pull I can't resist.
His name is Jake, and thereās something about him thatās impossible to ignore. At first, I didnāt pay him much attention. He was just the guy from marketing whoād flash that lazy smile when he walked by. But then, one day, I donāt know how or why, everything shifted. Suddenly, I noticed the way his shirt clung to his shoulders, how his voice seemed to echo in my ears, low and smooth, like he was talking just to me.
And then, there was that moment. I remember it so clearly. We were in the break room, just the two of us. The air felt heavy, like it was charged with something I couldnāt quite name. He stood closeācloser than usual. His scent, warm and masculine, filled the space between us, making my skin tingle. He said something, but honestly, I canāt remember what, because all I could think about was how much I wanted him to touch me.
Itās crazy, right? But I couldnāt stop imagining what it would feel like if he leaned in, if he brushed his fingers against my skin. My heart was racing, my breathing shallow, and I couldnāt help but bite my lip, wondering if he noticed. When our eyes met, I swear to God, it was like the world stopped. I knew he felt it too, that unspoken heat between us.
Every time he walks by my desk now, I can feel him before I even see him. My body knows heās there, my skin prickling with awareness. Itās like Iām hyper-aware of himāhow his clothes move over his body, how his voice slides into my ears, making me shiver. Iāll catch myself daydreaming, imagining his hands on me, his mouth so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of his breath.
Itās not just physical, though. Thereās something about the way he looks at me, like he knows exactly what Iām thinking, like he sees past all the bullshit and knows how badly I want him. He doesnāt rush. He doesnāt push. He just is. And that drives me absolutely insane in the best way possible. I catch myself leaning toward him when he talks, letting the tension between us build, slow and steady, until itās nearly unbearable.
Then, last week, it happened. The office had emptied out for the night, and I was alone at my desk, pretending to finish up work, when I felt that familiar buzz of awareness. I looked up, and there he was, leaning against the doorway, watching me. His eyes were dark, focused, like heād been waiting for the perfect moment.
āEmily,ā he said, his voice like honey, āWhat are you still doing here?ā
I could barely answer. My throat went dry, and all I could do was stare at him, feeling the heat between us thicken. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until he was standing right in front of me. So close I could feel the heat of his body. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and I swear I felt that touch all the way down my spine.
āYou know Iāve been thinking about you,ā he murmured, his fingers lingering at my jawline, sending shivers through me. His voice was low, intimate, like he was telling me a secret. And in that moment, I knew there was no going back.
I didnāt even try to resist. My body moved on its own, like Iād been waiting for this for far too long. I leaned into him, letting the heat between us consume every thought, every rational part of my brain. When our lips finally met, it wasnāt soft or tentativeāit was desperate, hungry, like we had been holding back for too long. His hands slid down my body, firm and possessive, pulling me closer, and I melted into him, feeling like Iād finally found the one thing I didnāt even know I was missing.
Now, every time I see him at work, itās like our little secret. Heāll catch my eye from across the room, and my whole body will react, remembering the feel of his hands, the taste of his lips, the way he made me feel completely undone. And the best part? No one else has any idea. Itās like this game we playāsubtle touches, stolen glances, knowing smiles. It makes every single moment electric, like Iām walking around with this delicious secret that only he and I share.
Iām not sure where this will go. Maybe itās just the start of something wild, something we both need. But all I know is that when Iām with him, it feels like heās unlocked something in meāsomething primal, something raw. And I canāt wait to see where it leads.
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