Alpha Kristen’s POV.
I had been staring at the clock for the past thirty minutes, the second hand was half round the clock already and the moment it completed the other half a new hour had begun.
Work closed at exactly 6:00 p.m. I spent the other thrifty minutes deceiving myself that I was cross-checking my errors, I don’t make errors, then the next thirty seated in my seat, staring mindlessly.
Fucking hell, this was torture. I had never been this clueless about what to do before and this is over an hour. I was deliberately avoiding going home for this reason.
This was new territory for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, like a deprived, crazy man. I wonder how she’s doing at home… my home. f**k.
Pat must have drilled Iris with a thousand questions by now. She won’t ask
