Overtime – Lucifer
The only sound echoing through the office was the scratching of a pen against paper.
It was late at night. The corrections were almost finished.
“…If I were working alone, I would have finished long ago.”
I glance at you, slumped over the desk in front of me.
"There's a mistake here, too."
You nod, trying to hide how sleepy you are.
Your obedience tugs at something, and before I know it the corner of my mouth softens.
...I'd rather you hadn't seen that.
I'm using work as an excuse to keep you here.
I'm not foolish enough to pretend I don't know that.
Then your pen slips from your fingers.
"Don't push yourself."
My words come out lower than I intended, catching me off guard.
I had planned to tease you. Put on my usual composed expression, make some sarcastic remark, and send you home.
That's what I would have done, any other night.
Instead, I pick up the pen and close the file.
"Are you okay?"
You catch your breath. Perhaps my voice was closer than you expected.
The eyes that meet mine are wavering. That's because you're hoping for something more from me, isn't it?
"We're done talking about work."
The vague distance between us, the excuses we keep making to stay together, ends tonight.
"What happens next is up to you."
After a brief silence, your fingers brush against my hand.
In answer, I intertwine my fingers with yours.
This time, I don't bother hiding my smile.
Every now and then, overtime isn't so bad.
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