Your friends were already in the car and honking incessantly; calling for you. It was already getting too late. You are going to get into trouble. Yet, he wouldn't let go of your hands. Your palms sandwiched between his. It was childish. What does he expect you to do? Spend the night in this park with him? He would say Yes. It's too beautiful a night for us to be apart, yet. We could stargaze, he offers. A slight bit cliched, you think and yet your pulse starts racing. Unrealistic and anything but mature and you soak it all in. The attention, the affection, possessiveness, everything. You are almost tempted. You always knew you were a greedy child. Greedy for affection and here he was, showering you with love and more love than you can imagine.
He was the touchy feely one among you. Gracing his fingers on the sides of your face, your neck, tucking in the stray hair behind your ear. Ruffling your hair while you sit in a corner immersed in reading. Holding you while you iron his wrinkled shirts. Locking his fingers with yours while you walk aimlessly around town. He didn't need a reason to kiss you. A stroll past you no matter where you are,was reason enough to kiss you. Every inch of your skin was his utopia. Pulling your hair into a messy ponytail the one time you asked him, just for the heck of it. You enjoyed every bit of it. However, every now and then you wouldn't mind the magic of words. He was never expressive with words atleast not when he was speaking. You knew he was good. You had stumbled across a note in his credenza. Read the love letter with trembling hands; the one he had written for you but never gave it you. You never wondered why. You wanted the words, you wanted the touches. You wanted everything. You always knew you were a greedy child.
The floor is empty, your colleagues has not yet arrived and it's just the two of you. Straight out of a movie scene, you think. He is hunched over, typing madly. Getting his work done, you presume. You start to settle down in your seat and your computer seems to be acting funny. The system needs to be changed, you think. You make a mental note to speak to your manager before getting down on your knees to crouch under your table to see if there is any loose connection. Hey Sunshine, he calls you. He always knew what to call you to make you feel like a million bucks. Startled you almost hit your head. He bends down to check if you are okay. He leans in playfully, almost ready to kiss you but he doesn't. It was you who lurched at him, hungry for his affection. For a split second you thought you saw a tinge of surprise on his face. You always knew you were a greedy child.