I walk around my desk. When I reach him I wrap my arms around his neck. “This is so thoughtful and cute. Who would’ve ever thought the guy who drove me home on the back of his Harley months ago could be so cute?”
“First of all, it was a Ducati. Secondly, I’m not cute, I am rugged.”
We both laugh and I kiss him.
“You know, we really should stop being so lovey-dovey in the office,” I say. “We decided to keep things quiet, and even though we haven’t been caught, it’s only a matter of time if we continue to be this careless.”
“We’ve reported our relationship to HR. That’s all that matters. If we get caught, so be it. I kind of like sneaking around with you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, I do.” He kisses me on the forehead then pulls back. “Now, you should go pack. We leave tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorr
