➜ You can call me Dewy, ur fav Frenchie <3
➜ she/her • 20s • professional yapper lol
➜ I mostly write/post abt Formula 1 but im low-key doing a bit of everything atm.
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Lewis Hamilton, So'lek (Afop) , Choso (Jjk), James (cortis)
I don't write anything weird, including non-con, violent smut, or similar content. For now i’m mostly taking short requests so feel free to send me anything brief <3
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✦SUMMARY: during a darkkk and bloomy night, you took care of yourself but James caught you up and came to your “rescue” hihi.
✦CONTAIN: MDNII, smut with no plot, oral, fem!receiving, making out, praising, use of vibrator, gentle James, self pleasuring, quick voyeurisme ig? NOT PROOFREAD.
✦A/N: did this little one shot for my lovely @defchu hope you guys will enjoy it !! It’s a little freaky but we love that anyway ;).
Also play some Chase Atlantic or the entitled song which is mistaken by palace floor for this one shot.
⚠︎ this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only
Masterlist
The night came up way too quickly tonight, you were comfortably nuzzled up in your bed after a hard at work, the soft light outside or your penthouse made the atmosphere really cozy. But to be honest all you could think about is how much you missed your boyfriend. You haven’t seen James for almost two weeks, you yearned for him, for his touch and even the way he gently tuck one strand of hair behind your ear while he gives you the most sensual kiss.
You scrolled through your social medias, seeing a hundred of pictures of him at last night’s concert, shirt damp clinging to his chest, singing passionately into the mic, interacting with some fangirls and stuff.
Fuck what a blessed sight…
He looked hot, way too hot. You immediately felt that familiar heat on the lower part of your stomach. Your phone was held too tightly in your hand as you kept scrolling through those pictures and videos. Shit you just wanted him to be here with you, holding you close and have his way with you.
The more you looked up, the hornier side of you started to build up…you knew it when your hand slowly reached out for your drawer, trying to find a familiar object you used when he wasn’t around. You instantly pulled out your little vibrator, the knot in your stomach, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing was the only thing you could feel at this moment, and it was getting frustrating. All you needed was a quick release, nothing crazy.
You gently turned it on, and slid down your pants, leaving yourself only wearing your damp panties. You moved the vibrator all along the damp tissue, teasing yourself while thinking about how hot your boyfriend was on stage.
“Fuck—“ you whispered, head tucked back agaisnt the pillow as you finally slid it past your panties, passing it over your clit, rubbing it lightly.
You felt good, warm and needy, all you yearned for was for James to be here instead of that stupid piece of plastic, you could’ve died to have him inside of you, kissing every inch of your body and just like that you applied the right amount of pressure, you gasped out his name without even thinking.
“James…” you let out almost pathetically when it started to felt too good. Your legs started shaking, hips lifting up unconsciously as you fantasized about his hands all over your body.
You were caught up in this moment, that you haven’t even heard the door opening, your eyes were still shut, trying to enjoy the moment as much as you can, when you suddenly felt hands on your legs.
You slowly opened your eyes, he was here… rubbing your thighs gently. James looked at you, your phone on your left hand, the right one holding the vibrator that was still working on your wet cunt.
“Oh baby, look at you” he whispered, looking at you with those soft eyes, his hand still caressing you. You couldn’t bring yourself to be ashamed or look away, it felt so natural that even your phone dropped off from your hand, your gaze staying on his the entire time, scanning his features and the look of love he was giving you.
“Fuck, im gonn—” before you could finish your sentence, he took the vibrator away from you.
“You’re not cumming on some vibrator” he said, slowly cupping your cheek, before bringing his lips to yours, his tongue gently melting on yours.
“I missed you so much” you whined in the kiss, the tip of your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jawline.
“I can tell” he chuckled, peppering kisses all along your neck. Your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his lips on your skin. “Lemme take care of you, okay?” He mumbled agaisnt your collarbone before getting between your legs, looking around your bed for a pillow.
“Lift your hips for me, yeah?” He asked, voice soft, hands all over your body as you lifted your hips gently, letting him slide the pillow under your basin.
You cupped his jaw softly as he kissed the inside of your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. And like that, his tongue gently lapped the outline of your cunt, taking his time to taste every single inch of you. You shivered at his actions, no matter how many time he ate you out, it would always fascinate you how your body reacts to it. James’s tongue started dragging itself on the middle of your pussy, leaving long, slow, wet licks.
Your hand quickly dropped on the back of his head, tangling in his silky hair. Your back arched as he made out with your cunt sloppily, the little whimpers he let out couldn’t satisfy you more. You already felt in heaven by the way his lips sucked on your clit feverishly, circling his tongue around it.
Suddenly he turned on the vibrator, his tongue fucked you while the vibrator stimulated your pearl.
“Fuck— James please” you pleaded, your toes curling and head fell back agaisnt the pillow as he ate you out and used the little toy at the same time.
The double stimulation was too much, you were already close when he first came in, and the visual appeal of him between your legs, mouth on you, sweat clinging to his forehead, with his focused demeanor was your last straw.
“Cmon baby, you can do it. Fuck you’re so beautiful my love.” He praised, moving his tongue faster, letting the toy move on your sensitive nerve.
“James— I can’t ! That’s too much” you gasped out, pressing his head against you tightly.
“Give me your hand, please” you asked, wanting to feel his fingers laced with yours as you climaxes.
He nodded and moved his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking his fingers to yours.
“Oh… James” you chanted his name, that bundle of heat on your abdomen was ready to give up, you closed your eyes a last time, focusing on all the stimulation he was giving you. Before you finally reached your highs.
You let out a desperate moan, squeezed his hand so hard he’ll probably have a cramp later.
“Just like that, you did so good baby” he whispered, still between your legs.
You were still trying to catch your breath, when he turned off the vibrator, putting it aside. He kissed your stomach softly before bringing his lips to yours, letting you taste the mess you made on his tongue into your mouth.
“I love you” you breathed out, cheeks burned by the heat, eyes still teary.
“I love you too” he said, caressing your cheek gently. You looked into his eyes and all you could see was admiration, love and so much affection. He gently pulled you agaisnt his clothed chest, letting you rest on him. His hand slowly playing with your hair. There was a comfortable silence, the only audible noise were the one of your breathing and the faint sound of the city outside.
Your hand drew patterns on his neck, feeling cherished and wanting him to feel that way too.
“So how was the concert yesterday ?” You murmured, your hands still intertwined.
“It was good, but not better than the sight I saw you in tonight” he replied.
You chuckled, looking up at him before deposing a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I got you some take out food by the way” he said.
“Kebab?”
“With extra tahini?”
“Of course” he said, before letting you go, knowing you’re excited to just devour your food.
“James chao” you held both his hands together. “The last one who arrives in the kitchen is a looser.
He laughed and you both quickly rushed to the kitchen, there was actually no losers, only satisfied belly and a happy woman who luckily has the best boyfriend in the world.
✦SUMMARY: during a darkkk and bloomy night, you took care of yourself but James caught you up and came to your “rescue” hihi.
✦CONTAIN: MDNII, smut with no plot, oral, fem!receiving, making out, praising, use of vibrator, gentle James, self pleasuring, quick voyeurisme ig? NOT PROOFREAD.
✦A/N: did this little one shot for my lovely @defchu hope you guys will enjoy it !! It’s a little freaky but we love that anyway ;).
Also play some Chase Atlantic or the entitled song which is mistaken by palace floor for this one shot.
⚠︎ this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only
Masterlist
The night came up way too quickly tonight, you were comfortably nuzzled up in your bed after a hard at work, the soft light outside or your penthouse made the atmosphere really cozy. But to be honest all you could think about is how much you missed your boyfriend. You haven’t seen James for almost two weeks, you yearned for him, for his touch and even the way he gently tuck one strand of hair behind your ear while he gives you the most sensual kiss.
You scrolled through your social medias, seeing a hundred of pictures of him at last night’s concert, shirt damp clinging to his chest, singing passionately into the mic, interacting with some fangirls and stuff.
Fuck what a blessed sight…
He looked hot, way too hot. You immediately felt that familiar heat on the lower part of your stomach. Your phone was held too tightly in your hand as you kept scrolling through those pictures and videos. Shit you just wanted him to be here with you, holding you close and have his way with you.
The more you looked up, the hornier side of you started to build up…you knew it when your hand slowly reached out for your drawer, trying to find a familiar object you used when he wasn’t around. You instantly pulled out your little vibrator, the knot in your stomach, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing was the only thing you could feel at this moment, and it was getting frustrating. All you needed was a quick release, nothing crazy.
You gently turned it on, and slid down your pants, leaving yourself only wearing your damp panties. You moved the vibrator all along the damp tissue, teasing yourself while thinking about how hot your boyfriend was on stage.
“Fuck—“ you whispered, head tucked back agaisnt the pillow as you finally slid it past your panties, passing it over your clit, rubbing it lightly.
You felt good, warm and needy, all you yearned for was for James to be here instead of that stupid piece of plastic, you could’ve died to have him inside of you, kissing every inch of your body and just like that you applied the right amount of pressure, you gasped out his name without even thinking.
“James…” you let out almost pathetically when it started to felt too good. Your legs started shaking, hips lifting up unconsciously as you fantasized about his hands all over your body.
You were caught up in this moment, that you haven’t even heard the door opening, your eyes were still shut, trying to enjoy the moment as much as you can, when you suddenly felt hands on your legs.
You slowly opened your eyes, he was here… rubbing your thighs gently. James looked at you, your phone on your left hand, the right one holding the vibrator that was still working on your wet cunt.
“Oh baby, look at you” he whispered, looking at you with those soft eyes, his hand still caressing you. You couldn’t bring yourself to be ashamed or look away, it felt so natural that even your phone dropped off from your hand, your gaze staying on his the entire time, scanning his features and the look of love he was giving you.
“Fuck, im gonn—” before you could finish your sentence, he took the vibrator away from you.
“You’re not cumming on some vibrator” he said, slowly cupping your cheek, before bringing his lips to yours, his tongue gently melting on yours.
“I missed you so much” you whined in the kiss, the tip of your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jawline.
“I can tell” he chuckled, peppering kisses all along your neck. Your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his lips on your skin. “Lemme take care of you, okay?” He mumbled agaisnt your collarbone before getting between your legs, looking around your bed for a pillow.
“Lift your hips for me, yeah?” He asked, voice soft, hands all over your body as you lifted your hips gently, letting him slide the pillow under your basin.
You cupped his jaw softly as he kissed the inside of your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. And like that, his tongue gently lapped the outline of your cunt, taking his time to taste every single inch of you. You shivered at his actions, no matter how many time he ate you out, it would always fascinate you how your body reacts to it. James’s tongue started dragging itself on the middle of your pussy, leaving long, slow, wet licks.
Your hand quickly dropped on the back of his head, tangling in his silky hair. Your back arched as he made out with your cunt sloppily, the little whimpers he let out couldn’t satisfy you more. You already felt in heaven by the way his lips sucked on your clit feverishly, circling his tongue around it.
Suddenly he turned on the vibrator, his tongue fucked you while the vibrator stimulated your pearl.
“Fuck— James please” you pleaded, your toes curling and head fell back agaisnt the pillow as he ate you out and used the little toy at the same time.
The double stimulation was too much, you were already close when he first came in, and the visual appeal of him between your legs, mouth on you, sweat clinging to his forehead, with his focused demeanor was your last straw.
“Cmon baby, you can do it. Fuck you’re so beautiful my love.” He praised, moving his tongue faster, letting the toy move on your sensitive nerve.
“James— I can’t ! That’s too much” you gasped out, pressing his head against you tightly.
“Give me your hand, please” you asked, wanting to feel his fingers laced with yours as you climaxes.
He nodded and moved his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking his fingers to yours.
“Oh… James” you chanted his name, that bundle of heat on your abdomen was ready to give up, you closed your eyes a last time, focusing on all the stimulation he was giving you. Before you finally reached your highs.
You let out a desperate moan, squeezed his hand so hard he’ll probably have a cramp later.
“Just like that, you did so good baby” he whispered, still between your legs.
You were still trying to catch your breath, when he turned off the vibrator, putting it aside. He kissed your stomach softly before bringing his lips to yours, letting you taste the mess you made on his tongue into your mouth.
“I love you” you breathed out, cheeks burned by the heat, eyes still teary.
“I love you too” he said, caressing your cheek gently. You looked into his eyes and all you could see was admiration, love and so much affection. He gently pulled you agaisnt his clothed chest, letting you rest on him. His hand slowly playing with your hair. There was a comfortable silence, the only audible noise were the one of your breathing and the faint sound of the city outside.
Your hand drew patterns on his neck, feeling cherished and wanting him to feel that way too.
“So how was the concert yesterday ?” You murmured, your hands still intertwined.
“It was good, but not better than the sight I saw you in tonight” he replied.
You chuckled, looking up at him before deposing a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I got you some take out food by the way” he said.
“Kebab?”
“With extra tahini?”
“Of course” he said, before letting you go, knowing you’re excited to just devour your food.
“James chao” you held both his hands together. “The last one who arrives in the kitchen is a looser.
He laughed and you both quickly rushed to the kitchen, there was actually no losers, only satisfied belly and a happy woman who luckily has the best boyfriend in the world.
So I was scrolling through some fics and a few of them involved spanking. Honestly I don’t really care if that’s someone’s kink or whatever but what actually threw me off was when some authors compared spanking a child or bringing up kids being spanked as a way to describe how “hot it is” or like using therms as “like you were a naughty child”. I’m sorry but i genuinely don’t think those two things should ever be linked. I get the appeal of the kink itself but bringing childhood punishments into it feels really inappropriate and unnecessary. Anyway mic drop
Hi loves !! Just so you know I’ll be away from my laptop for approximately a month, and I already made a few drafts layout in case I get new fic ideas. Plus, I always write on my phone anyway, so i probably won’t write as much during that time my bad (but I’ll try to do what I can with that I have 🫶🫶)
ᥫ᭡SUMMARY: After returning to Korea, following by a quick hook up on the way to Paris in the plane’s bathroom and a week spend missing each other despite being together almost every day, James had an YSL photoshoot. So as his stylist and secret gf you had to keep things professional even if it’s hard.
ᥫ᭡CONTAIN: MDNI, stylist!reader, make out, photoshooting, hidden relationship, handjob, male!receiving, orgasm denial, sneaking + SMAU, HALF PROOFREAD (I wrote this in a one shot while sleeping help)
ᥫ᭡A/N: yo i busted a hundred times while watching the whole photoshoot. Thanks to GQ Korea for blessing my week, and i know i was supposed to drop that keonho fic but my bad i had to write this before my brain combust. Anyway he looks so rideable, kissable. ENJOYYY !!
You can find the first related part here
⚠︎ this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
Masterlist
As you know, James was invited to model for YSL during the fashion week alongside Martin, and the campaign blew up online almost instantly, their visuals circulated everywhere. And to be honest, James looked unreal, he was extremely elegant and looked effortless in that black sweater.
And as his stylist, it was getting harder than expected to stay fully focused when your secret boyfriend was sitting right in front of you, letting you powder his face, making sure you carefully took care of every little detail of his skin.
“Good luck out there” you whispered, brushing your fingers lightly against his cheek, careful that no one around could notice your little gesture.
“Thanks” he answered softly, his voice calm as he leaned slightly into your palm.
That week, you barely had time for each other, he was constantly either at events, interview or filming content with his team. And every night he came back exhausted, collapsing immediately in his hotel bed, that he has to share with Juhoon and seongyeon. There was always someone or something stopping you from actually having a moment alone and it was lowkey annoying cause you knew you both missed each other.
After the little trip, you landed back safely in Korea, when you were in the plane you remembered what you did last time in the plane’s bathroom which was wild even for someone like you, but unfortunately your thoughts melted away because of the exhaustion that took over your body, you could only think about your bed.
But you knew you were not about to have a proper 12 hours of sleeping since the next morning you had an important shooting to attend, which was unfair to your lack of sleep.
At the airport exit, everyone split into taxis and vans, you waved at the group and at James who caught your eye and winked at you before turning away.
At home you took the longest shower or your life, letting the hot water wash off the exhaustion. As you laid on your bed, you checked your phone and saw a notification from him.
His little text made you smile instantly even if you were together the whole week you wanted to have him for you only.
The next day felt strangely calm, the jet lag was still there heavy in your body, but your mind was slowly catching up. You got dressed, grabbed your things and headed to the shooting location.
After greeting everyone, you walked straight to the studio. And inside you immediately spotted James and Martin on the couch, both relaxed like they had all the time in the world.
“Hey boo, slept well??” Martin said with a teasing smile. He knew how much you hated that nickname but you just rolled your eyes and let it go, you honestly didn’t have the energy to argue with him.
“I slept okay, what about you guys?” You asked, glancing briefly at Martin before your eyes landed on James who was focused on his phone.
“It was alright” Martin replied “I got knocked out as soon as we got back, I barely made it to my bed”
You chuckled and moved towards your makeup station, playing brushes and tools down, arranging everything.
“So are you excited for the shoot? I heard they’re making you dance and stuff” you said with a small snicker.
James finally looked up from his phone.
“I still don’t get why I have to spin him around honestly” he said sounding slightly annoyed.
“Well I don’t know? Maybe it’s for the vibe or something” you replied shrugging.
“Hey! Don’t say it like it’s that bad” Marin protested immediately.
“It is” James answered, his eyes drifting back to his phone.
“Ouch that was harsh” you grimaced “you should go easy on him, you know he takes everything personally”
“Hey I don—“
“James, Martin, dressing room” one of the stylist called from outside.
“Alright, we’re coming” James answered, standing up.
Before leaving, his eyes briefly scanned over you, from head to toes before he followed Martin out.
You stayed behind, preparing your stuff, waiting for them to come back in their first outfits.
When they finally did, the whole atmosphere shifted. Martin stepped out first, wearing the same black YSL suit he had already worn in Paris. It was classy and effortless which was cool, but then your eyes moved to James.
He was wearing a beige sweater, slightly open at the chest, styled with a loose tie. The whole look felt bold and perfect for the camera. You already knew the concept for the shoot, and the way it was going to be styled was intense in its own way. But something about it made the room feel weird in a good way.
“Damn you guys look chic” you said as one of the makeup artists took Martin aside.
James walked straight toward your chair without a word, sitting down on it.
You leaned in immediately, starting with his skin, fixing small imperfections with soft and precise movements. The studio noise faded away as you focused on your work. But somehow, your attention kept drifting back to James, the way he stayed still and the way he looked at you through the mirror without breaking contact. You cleared your throat lightly and started applying some lip balm carefully, before stepping back to check everything.
“Looks great” you said quietly, admiring your work.
“Yeah?” He answered, his voice lower than usual.
“Yup, can you just stand up please” you asked him. And when he did. You reached out to fix his tie, smoothing the fabric, your fingers brushing against his neck as you adjusted it properly.
“You can go now” you said gently before steeping back.
“Thank you” he said as he walked out with Martin.
You joined the photography team, watching as the shoot began. The first concept played out under dimmed lights, dancing and a lot of flashes were involved.
It looked a little awkward from your perspective, cause without any editing it almost made you laugh to see James with a tie in his mouth doing whatever dancing he was doing. But at some point, you had to step in twice to adjust James between shots, fixing small details before stepping back again each time. And when the first setup ended, the second look arrived.
This time, James came out in a fitted black shirt and black trousers, it looked minimal but the effect was so strong.
He leaned against a doorway for the shoot, following directions as the camera clicked nonstop around him, the mix of green and red colors was absolutely beautiful. Everything about the scene felt sharper and raw that way.
After about thirty minutes, the team called for a reset and the studio shifted again into preparation for the next setup.
James stepped back into the changing room and you followed shorting after since you needed to adjust the next outfit.
The room was quiet now, most of the staff had moved outside, leaving only the two of you.
“You did good out there” you said as you closed the door behind you.
“Thanks, you did great also” he replied gently, looking at you as he leaned against the wall.
The lighting in the room felt softer here, you looked around before exhaling quietly, trying to stay as professional as you can while you reached for the zipper of his shirt.
But suddenly his hand caught your wrist, just before you reached the zipper, stopping you mid movement. You looked up at him, ready to ask what he was doing but your words died pathetically when you looked into his eyes. He didn’t let go your wrist right away, his thumb brushed lightly against your skin instead.
“I missed you” he said simply, looking into your eyes.
You blinked, your breathing slightly as you felt the professionalism you had been clinging to starting to slip. The grip on your wrist softened, his hand slid down until your fingers were caught in his.
“I missed you too James” you admitted quietly.
That was enough to break whatever this line was left between you, he stepped closer, his eyes flicked to your lips for a second before meeting yours.
The kiss was gentle at first, it felt raw like you both poured the whole missing each other situation into it. Your lips moved together in a hurried dance, his hand held yours tighter, you had him pressed against the wall.
The soft sounds of your shared breath and of your lips connecting and pulling apart was the only things you could hear in this moment, your hand kept tracing patterns on his clothed body, before pulling your lips away from his mouth and instead, peppering kissed all over his neck. His hand tangled in your hair as you started sucking gently on his sweet spot, but he suddenly pulled on your bun a little.
“Don’t leave marks…” he whispered gently, his head tilting back against the cold wall. You nodded and licked a long strip of his pulsing throat instead. You didn’t know what caused you to almost leave a hickey on his neck, he couldn’t be seen with such a mark on his body, especially on a photoshoot.
James’s hands found their ways under your shirt, placing them directly on your warm sides, causing you to shiver instantly and crashing your lips on his once again.
Your hand slowly drifted down his pants, you pulled away looking at him with a little smile on the corner of your mouth.
“Lemme take care of you baby” you whispered in his ear, before undoing his pants and gently tracing the bulge on his boxer.
“So hard already ?” You teased, he looked at you like he was about to collapse, feeling nervous of getting caught but almost he couldn’t resist the temptation.
“Mhh just for you” he gasped gently when you pulled down his boxer, wrapping your hand around his pulsing member, all this while looking up at him.
“Fuck, kiss me” he let out, before pressing his lips on yours, tongue warm inside of your mouth, as you hand kept stroking him, toying with his tip that was leaking some precum at the base.
“Fuck—“ he breathed out gently, as you licked his neck again, only to slip your tongue into his mouth a second time.
James had his hand intertwined with yours the whole time, his breath labored and you could feel him getting closer.
You slipped your hand away from his to caress his cheek, brushing your nose on his while your right hand kept its ministration on him.
“I’m close—baby…” James whimpered, you felt him twitch in your hand but suddenly…
“Y/n where are you?? Where’s the lacy pearl necklace ?” One of your colleague’s voice echoed in the hallway.
“Oh shit”
“Shit”
You both said at the same time, freezing for a second at the sound of your name. Instinctively, you pulled your hand away from him.
“I have to go” you said quietly, stepping back, frustration mixed with something you couldn’t swallow down. Your heart was racing and seeing him like that, breathing slightly uneven, hair a little messy and eyes still locked on you made it worse.
“It’s fine, go” he started, then his voice softened. “I’ll meet you later, okay?” He gave you a small kiss on the corner of your lips before you nodded and slipped out the room.
The hallway was loud again full of movement and voices, you made your way to the nearest sink, washing your hands under cold water like you were trying to reset your entire brain.
When you finally reached the rest of the team, they were already stressed, looking around for missing stuff.
“Where the hell were you? Did you help James with the clothes ?” One of the stylist asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Uh—yeah, yeah he’s getting dressed right now” you replied quickly, forcing your voice to stay steady.
They didn’t question it further and thank for they didn’t cause the look they gave you was enough to make your stomach drop a little, because now you realized fully this was exactly the kind of situation you were not supposed to end up in.
And yet, all you could think about was the way James had looked at you a few minutes ago.
Anyway, the shoot resumed shortly after, the team moved again, switching set ups and lighting. James and Martin were called for an interview and you just stayed nearby pretending to focus on work while your thoughts kept drifting away.
When everything finally wrapped, exhaustion hit everyone at once. In the van ride back, the crew was quiet, Martin was half sleep, someone else was scrolling on their phone and James was sitting right in front of you, calm like nothing had happened.
But then, your phone buzzed. You looked down and it was a message from him.
When you finally got home that night, you dropped your things by the door, barely changed and ended up sitting on your bed for a long time staring at nothing. And for the first time in a while, even sleep didn’t feel like enough to reset the feelings you were both dealing with.
The fact you could barely see each other, or have to be sneaky all the time with the risk of being caught and probably getting fired in your case. It became stressful and you started thinking… how long this will take for you to have something true?
