I carried the coffee carefully into his office, holding the cup with both hands, even though one was enough. My palms felt sweaty, and my grip was a little too tight.
When I stepped inside, I tried not to look around but my eyes betrayed me.
I saw the table. That table.
A rush of heat crept up my neck. I looked away quickly, swallowing down whatever that weird, twisting feeling was in my chest.
I placed the coffee down gently, making sure not to make a sound. But I heard footsteps coming inside so I don’t have a choice but to look at him.
“Do you like your new place?”
I glanced at him as he walked past me, from the door to his desk.
My eyes followed.
And suddenly, I remembered it again.
His back… his shoulders… the way his pants hung low on his legs that morning when I accidental
