To Want You

57

57

Since the beginning of this morning, I had to clean the restroom, wipe his shoes clean, and take out the trash. I've been doing all that when I should really be doing this.

There's a lot of things- specifically paper strictly related to work - sitting on my desk right now just waiting to be touched. Obviously, I'm missing the opportunity to get them done on time thanks to you all know who.

My string of patience's about to snap but I force myself to hold it in a little bit longer. I've been doing it the last couple of days anyway so this shouldn't be too much of a hassle. My muscles are twitching when I force a smile on my face.

"I'll have it done as quickly as I can."

He hums, twirling the pen between his fingers before scribbling something down on the paper in front of him. "I'll need it back in an hour."

An hour?

He can't be serious right?

An hour?

He can't be serious right?

A curse slips from the tip of my tongue before I can even stop.

Without me noticing, Abel's ear twitches slightly from the faint sound that had abrupted from my mouth.

There are at least fifty pages worth of paper in my hands right now and he's expecting me to finish it all in an hour? For the love of all things nice. Why am I even surprised at this point? Despite my inner complaint, I follow through with the order and make myself comfortable on the couch.

Fine. I'll accept the challenge.