A for effort

The door slammed close, the sound reverberating through my body, echoing through his office.

Hot breaths brush against my ear, tickling it and my cheeks burn brighter.

The warmth radiating from his body envelopes me and still I try to get away, turning the doorknob downwards repeatedly, trying to force it open.

It was pointless as his hand remained firm on the door, inches above my head pushing the door closed.

I felt him lean closer to me, hot breaths, on the back of my neck now and I knew his head was bent, leaning into me.

My grip on the doorknob tightens, butterflies exploding in my stomach, going on a fluttering charade as his breath tickles my neck.

I felt conflicted, my body itching to turn towards him, to just get lost in his eyes, get lost in the heady feeling that was staring into those depths

But I didn’t, I couldn’t, my hand fists tighter on the door knob I was clutching for my sanity,

I just tore myself away from his addicting presence after a lot of struggle and I was n