There he is again, staring at me from across the room. 

His eyebrows wagging like he knows I’ve noticed; his growing smirk plastered across his face with a stickiness so smug I’m seconds away from using his own stapler to close those lips of his shut forever. 

Maybe then they wouldn’t be such a hazard. I swallowed hard on the building saliva in my mouth and tried to focus on my report. My fingers were flying and I wondered if he could hear the harsh clicking even from all the way over there. 

ing summer jobs, ing no free time, ing heat outside, ing y college boys who think they can say let’s go get a few drinks and get to know each other better, ya know, as co-workers, but just kiss you like it’s nothing with those sinful, but so ing delicious lips of his and then promise you he’ll take good care of you in the office and god the way his hands were wrapped around my— 

“—What cha’ thinkin’ about? Me, maybe?” 

Baekhyun was suddenly behind me, whispering the second half of his words against my ear like a promise, his eyes flashing with a shine so sweet I swore they were perfect drops of honey— impossible to escape and so, so good. 

I choked on the sip of water I had begun to take, eagerly hoping no one was around to hear that. 

He backed up only to take the glass from me, setting it down with a resonating clink on the bare desk. I could smell his soft cologne, the same one from last night, and his warmth was so overpowering I swore it took all of my focus not to pull him to me then and there. 

“It’s lunch time babe, they’ve all left and somehow it’s just you and me now.” He was getting closer, his words dragging out as if he needed me to be hanging on to each one. “Lunch on me? Or maybe, we could do something else with our time?…” 

“Something else?” I found myself saying, though I knew damn well what he meant. 

He hummed, his bottom lip taken into his mouth. “Yeah,” he finally spoke after several heavy seconds, “like finishing your report, wasn’t it due this morning?” 

Then he was taking two steps back, smiling one of those kicking innocent smiles and gesturing to my monitor like he had never once considered doing anything else. 

I clucked my tongue, swiveling in my chair to face my laptop again. ing y college boys. ing tease. “You’re right Baek, it was due this morning so maybe you should go to lunch so I can stop being distracted and get this done.” 

“You’re already admitting how distracted you are by me, that didn’t take long.” 

I tried not to groan, “go away.” 

“Ah, but you see, what if you end up needing me? I should stay.” 

“I won’t need you,” I snorted, getting awfully close to finishing the report even though I had the urge to erase it all and start over if it would mean I could get away from him even for the time being. 

“That’s not how you felt last night,” he shot back, his voice dropping to that gravely kind of deep and lacing with something so telling that my stomach shrunk three sizes smaller. The air between us shifted as I gave him a once over from my shoulder— Baekhyun just standing there like an open invitation to something so unfortunate and irresistible and simply looking like desire on two feet. His hand reached up and ran through his messy black hair, that gaze eating into me from above and— 

“Oh me.” 

And then I was out of the chair and in his arms and pushed up against the wall. Those intoxicating lips of his were against mine like all the alcohol I could ever need in my life and those sinful fingers were touching even more sinful places.

“I knew it,” he left open mouthed kisses against my neck, a smile tracing there that I was coming to see as simply Baekhyun. 

“Knew what?” I got out, my hands kneading knots of his soft, tousled hair. He must have liked that, a groan escaping his mouth. 

“I knew you wanted to be more than friends.” He teased through breathy pants. 

And despite everything, I found myself laughing, and not just the casual half chuckle, but that special opened mouth one that was like actual happiness wrapped in a bow. He joined in and even though we were evolved in one another and giggling between kisses and lost in our touches, I still managed to say a quiet, totally self deceiving, “shut up, Baek.”