On Monday, I went to work with a big smile on my face. For the first time in forever, it was because of Jason, and I couldn’t wait to see him. I’m late to work, but I didn't care because I know Jason won’t complain about it, or so I hope. I’m not sleeping with him so I won’t get ahead of myself.
I quickly walk into the building and take the elevator upstairs, rushing to the lunchroom to make Jason's coffee. I’m humming “Mood” by Wizkid ft Buju to myself in the lunchroom when someone's arms go around my waist. I’m about to hit whoever it is for touching me without my permission but stop when I smell his addicting cologne. Jason never comes to the lunchroom, so he was the last person I expected.
“Good morning,” he says, burying his nose in the nape of my neck.
“Morning, Mr. Crawford.” I
