Preparation

I stood there, stunned at what Adam had just said.

I looked at him, trying to process his words, and he raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

"What? Is there something on my face?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Blushing furiously, I quickly turned to the other side to mask my red cheeks.

I could feel the heat radiating off my face and hoped that Adam wouldn't notice how flustered I was.

As Adam continued to eat, I remained on his lap, feeling awkward and out of place.

The minutes dragged on, and the warmth of the office, combined with the exhaustion from my morning ordeal, started to take its toll on me.

I felt my eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. I tried to fight it, but it was no use.

I could feel myself slipping into a drowsy state.Adam must have noticed my struggle because he shifted slightly and used his hand to gently guide my head to rest on his shoulder.

I didn't resist; I was too tired to care.

The last thing I remembered