I’ve been watching you from this bed, you move around the room, reading some books, analyzing the weather outside, asking me whether I want a coffee or tea. If you don’t mind, I prefer you. I’ve been pretending to read this magazine for a while, actually I’ve been busy taking off your clothes, in my mind.
Do you realize that the room is in heat, or are you really focus on the job we got into? You just touched that paper of work once, and then you put them on the desk. Do you really want that project, or you just purposely make an excuse to drag me down here?
You always do the work easily even though people find it difficult. You are smart. It’s impossible you couldn’t work it out. But today, you said you need me as a team. What kind of team, honey? Do you already miss me, that I’ve been too busy with other works so I couldn’t meet you for weeks?
Then stop moving around like there’s some kind of hard work to do, start making a mess of me like you used to do. I see you start getting frustrated, is it the work things, or the temptation?
I ask if you have some difficulties to finish that paperwork, but you’re just looking at me, taking those eyeglasses of yours, undo two upper buttons of your shirt, and crawling on to the bed, getting close to my face.
“You’re not helping me.”, you tell me something that I never do like you never knew it. “You’re making me harder to think.”, so why did you ask me to be on the team?
I put my arms around your neck, smiling and whispering to your ear, “since when?”, I slip my hand inside your shirt from the back of your neck, pulling you close, kissing your neck, taking a chance. You can’t deny that you need me on the team to inspire you.
Originally posted on loveplaytalk.tumblr.com
Jakarta, August 28, 2017
Xoxo, Ayase Kim
**Behind The Story of Taking Chance:
Well, this is another fiction story, so some days before this writing was made a cousin of mine came to Jakarta from Riau to have a meeting. And her company booked a room in 5 stars hotel. Then suddenly I got inspired, how if there’s an affair in a workplace? I’m not talking about a cheater, am talking about people who do backstreet relationship because of company’s rules. I decided to put a workaholic character in it, where you actually don’t have time to do romance but you need it to take away your stress or refresh your mind. I wish I could make it into novel T^T.
Endless Street 
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