Monday morning arrived too bright. I lazily rolled over in my bed. If I call Mateo that I wouldn't make it to work today, I was certain he would let me big no need to be selfish.

Going with something risky but professional was the dress code of the day.

I had asked him to drop me home last night. I tried the overnight...it just couldnt work.

'Be good' he had kissed my forehead.

Just a soft kiss at my door and a promise he would see me today.

I believed him. That forehead kiss was fire. The man I know would want to eat me raw but he was...