"Do you want me to massage your back?" I asked while staring at him. He was fill uping some documents and he looks so exhausted. I feel for him sorry for him.
That If I could only understand what he's doing, then maybe I helped him.
He take a glanced at me and nodded before going back with his work again.
"If you insist." I smiled and stood up. I walked to his direction. I go behind him and I started massaging his back. He groaned so I stopped for a moment.
"Does it hurt? I'm sorry."
"No, Please continue."
"Okay."
The silence fills the entire office and I can't stop thinking of things. He looks very busy so I didn't bother or talk to him anymore. I just let myself think.
I still can't move on about what happened about three hours ago. He said I was scaring him when I threatened hi
