 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Eliora felt awful. She had wanted to take this public... or at least public enough that people know James was unofficially off the market because he was spending his time with her. And now... she wanted to take it all back. She wanted the unproblematic life of sneaking him into her house after the kids went to bed and out before they got up. She wanted to go back to getting dinner with her best friend and not thinking about touching ankles with him under the table to suggest something. Eliora wanted easy and she wanted the guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach to go away.
But she also wanted James.
And she didn't think that was something she would ever feel comfortable to admit. Not to him. Not right now. Not in her place of work. This was her safe space. This was where she felt her safest, where she was away from the eyes of the world and where she mattered.
Oh, but she wanted to matter to him... ugh. This was horrible.
Without saying anything, Eliora closed the office door when her boss suggested to and walked slowly toward her desk where she took a seat. "No one is smitten. There is no smit in this room." Even if James wasn't here to break up with her. Because, just like she knew he was thinking.. there wasn't anything to break up because there hadn't ever been an anything.
"We're just friends." Just. Friends.
And nope. She absolutely wasn't looking away from the sandwich on her desk. Could she marry that? Hm? Hm? This was awkward. She felt sick. Hm. Hm.
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