Nathan
Her silence was an answer I hadn’t dared to hope for, because to me, it was better than actually telling me to f**k off.
When I told her I was going to kiss her, gave her that last chance to stop me, I had half-expected her to pull away from me, to laugh it off, to remind me that I was her boss, that we shouldn’t. That this couldn’t happen.
But she didn’t, she didn’t do any of that or say a word.
She just looked at me, her eyes wide and dark and steady, her lips slightly parted like she was in awe or surprise, her breath coming in short, quiet puffs like she was trying to slow her own racing heart, and God help me, that silence was louder than any yes I had ever heard.
This was an answer right? One that said I had her consent, right?
So I kissed her without thinking much abo
