You sent me a message asking if I wanted to joint you for breakfast the next morning. You promised to make the Tea I love.
I got this feeling I always get when you send me a message, I get all tingly and lightheaded.
I know we just are colleagues and I am so much older than you, but it do not stop me from loving you.
The funny thing is, the first time I met you and for several months. I did not think of you as anything other than just another colleague.
I have never been attracted to petite, colored or short haired girls. But still here I am! Head over heels in love with you. A tanned Indian/Pakistani petite girl with half log hair.
Then I got the opportunity to work with you on a project. My "worst mistake" ever!
Since then I have cared more and more for you. I can get so irritated when you always argument against me, but when I see your smile. The world stops and I am lost again.
When I see you small elegant hands I wonder how it would feel to hold your hand, the sensation of your fingers between mine.
To kiss you beautiful slim neck, fell your lips against mine. But most off all, to have you eyes look at me with love and to see your beautiful smile every day.
I have hoped that I could just get over these feelings for you and go on with my life.
But now a year has passed by, I still think of you when I get out of bed in the morning, every hour during the day and you are on my mind when I try to fall asleep.
Here I am pushing the button at your building entrance. The door buzzes, and I enter.
When I get up to your floor, I see you standing there smiling and wishes me good morning.
In a blue jeans and white t-shirt looking amazing.
You have this smile where you look like "the cat who just swallowed the canary", I know something you don't know grin.
We enter the kitchen, you give me some plates and tell me to set the table. You are in a playful mood, teasing me about how I place the knives and how I cut the bread. Pushing me gently when you show me how to do it.
You stand in front of the stove waiting for the tea to warm up, you grab you left shoulder and knead it a bit. I take the chance, put my hands on your shoulders and gently start to massage them.
You freeze up, I feel you muscles tightening. I ask if I'm massaging to hard, but continue to rub your soft skin with my fingers. You slowly let your shoulders sink down and says almost inaudible says "No, it is perfect".
You lean a little backwards, just enough to let me feel your body toward me.
I move your hair away from you left side and ask if it is here it is tense, you mumble "Mhm" and tilt you head just a little bit.
Your perfect skin is so soft when my lips touch your tanned neck, I feel a tremble in you.
I kiss a path from you collarbone, up your perfect neck to you hairline.