resolution #4

pg | no warnings apply


It's almost twelve, and when I open my eyes, I won't be thinking about -

"There you are."

Dammit.

"Shouldn't you be home?" She tried to act natural, as if she wasn't in the middle of the office, surrounded by co-workers, inches away from her boss, who just happened to be the man she had sex with two days ago.

Vivian is looking over her and dammit, she knows.

"Maria's at an office party. The girls are spending the night with friends."

"Oh."

Because really, what else can you say to that? Stop staring at us, already, Viv.

"Nice work on the Hayes case."

God, Vivian, it's not like we're going to have sex right here.

"Thanks."

He stepped closer, and she could smell him, the scent awakening primal emotions, unlocking memories she had tried to shove deep in the back of her mind.

So much for your New Year's Resolution.

"Do you ... have plans? For after the party?"

No, no, NO. I am going to end this.

The countdown started, 10, 9, 8, and he positioned his body to shield them from Vivian's prying eyes, 7, 6, 5, and she knew when she looked in her eyes that she couldn't walk away from this yet, 4, 3, 2, 1, and he brushed the side of her thumb with his finger.

"No, I don't."

I'm never going to be able to end this.

"Your place? About an hour?"

Memories. She would be chained to him for as long as she had those memories, the ones that let her see what her life could be if he wasn't attached.

"Sure."

I keep trying and failing to remember to forget you.

(fin.)

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