Mia;
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then he released my wrist and walked away without another word, disappearing into his office and closing the door firmly behind him.
Round one to him.
But I wasn't done. Not even close.
---
I spent the next hour being as distracting as possible. Walking past his office door multiple times. Bending over to "pick things up" right where he could see me if he looked out. Humming softly while I moved around the house.
By ten AM, I decided to escalate.
I knocked on his office door.
"I'm working," he called out.
"I know. I just need to grab something from the closet in here." A lie—there was nothing in his office closet I needed.
He didn't respond, which I took as permission. I opened the door and walked in. He was at his desk, focused intent
