"Who doesn't love carpe diem?"
My nose scrunches.
"You don't want to seize the day?"
I do. That's why it's awful. Because it's cheesy and pointless and cliché and completely true.
"Not sure how you say seize the dick. I can call Kaylee. Ask her."
"Don't berate the poor girl on my account."
"Guess you're stuck with carpe diem."
I barely manage to muster up a laugh.
His brow furrows. He stares at me like I'm crazy. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah."
"You've been spacey all day."
"I'm distracted."
"By?"
"Your body. Did your jeans get tighter?"
He laughs, disarmed. "They're new." He moves into the main room.
I follow him. "They look good."
"Yeah."
"Why is it you try to dress like an emo musician?"
"'Cause you like it."
"I do not."
"How about this. I borrow Emma's eyeliner. Put some on. Come back into the room. Check if your panties are drenched."
Desire flames below my belly. Yes. Let's skip all those pretenses and get right to taking our clothes off.
I swallow hard. My body screams for his touch. My head screams bad idea. My heart… it's a confused mess.
He looks down at me, his eyes heavy with desire.
This is an invitation.
I can take it.
I should take it.
But I still can't muster up the courage to say yes.
Or maybe I'm being sensible. Protecting my job. And my heart. And my ego.
I don't know anymore.