I was completely immersed in my work, my focus undeterred even with the commotion caused by the commandos in my house. But then, out of nowhere, I felt a gentle touch on my hair, sweeping it across my neck and over to my other shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as I realized there were lips softly pressing against the skin behind my ear.
A delightful shiver of pleasure traveled up and down my spine, and my eyes drifted away from the computer screen. In that moment, my flow was disrupted, and I blissfully surrendered to a whole new zone of emotions. As the lips left my ear, I slowly regained my senses, only to find a brown paper bag and a white plastic bag placed by my keyboard. I glanced at the clock on the bottom right of my computer screen, and it read twelve forty-seven.
Lunchtime.
