After that unsightly display, there was nothing I could say in response to his joke. In his case, it probably wasn't a joke; he would seriously find a way to make me propose to him. I quietly walked back to my desk and packed my things, then returned to his office. Nothing could strip away the regret and shame I felt over the events that occurred tonight. All the desires I meant to keep under lock and key were on full display. Heck, I shoved them in his face with everything I had.
No matter how much self-reflection I did, there were no precautions that could have prevented another episode. 'Think before you act' wasn't even relevant to the situation. Perhaps, 'think before you fall asleep' was more beneficial advice.
I slept for a couple of hours in the large secret room on the seventh f
