I still have your smell on me. It’s intoxicating and I can’t concentrate on work. I have so much to do and my brain does not want to process any more information. Just the memories of last night.
My secretary keeps asking me questions but I’m incapable of giving her a straight answer. I reply with a “uh” to most of them and I can feel she’s getting exasperated. I think she is one “uh” away of not asking me anything for the rest of the day.
My body is still in your apartment, drinking wine in your sofa, kissing you every chance I get, touching you everywhere I can, enjoying the most of each other. Discovering who we are but also who are we.
Get a grip! You are one of the partners in the biggest tech business in the country at the moment for God’s sake!
But all I can think of is you. Your touch, your lips, your smell, your skin. You. Just you.
I call in my secretary. She looks grumpy. I tell her I’m taking the day off and might work from home. She smiles. She knows.
I text you: “Be ready to leave work in 17 minutes. I’m in the car and I’m taking you to bed”.