Plans gone wrong.
There was an event today that he was going to sign up for and then come to me instead. He was so cute about it, too... he said he sort of wanted to go out, to a movie and to lunch and to have a real day with me. He was worried that I would be disappointed that he didn't want to spend all eight hours in bed. The "in bed" part is great and fun and wonderful, but I love the idea of just spending (unobserved) time with him.
Because all eyes are on us at work.
It is irritating and expected and I have to be more careful about how I look at him. And he has to be more careful about how close he stands to me.
But then a class that he has been waiting for was scheduled for today.
I got myself ready (oy, the shaving) and I packed sheets in my bag. We were hoping that the class would be over a few hours early and the office would be deserted and we could lock ourselves away for a few hours. I had work to do anyway, so even if it didn't work out I could at least be productive.
It didn't work out.
But I did get to make out with him on breaks and briefly at lunch.
I wish we could have the office to ourselves every day...
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