A week later

I started getting to work on time just so I could see Spencer first thing in the morning. Every time he would walk in he would smile at me and it would bring a big smile to my face and all jittery inside.

Every time I came in the kitchen we would glance at each other and smile and a hen anyone would notice we would look away and go back to working.

That only happened because Spencer was my bosses boyfriend. I knew that what was happening and what I was feeling shouldn't happen but I couldn't help it, and that night when it was just me and him things became intense.

We were in the kitchen and I was helping him clean up a bit before closing. We were talking, laughing and having a good time. We talked about life, our interests and our pasts and realized we have quit a bit in common.

Anyway, we just finished cleaning up and getting ready to close when he hugged me and wouldn't let go. His hands then went down to my waist and kept sliding until his hands were in the pockets of my jeans. I was surprised by what was happening and knew it shouldn't but I hugged him anyway. I held him tight and after a while, we pulled apart and he leaned in. He was about to kiss me but I pulled away.

We looked at each other and he looked confused and hurt. I apologized and walked away.

I got home that night, took a shower, laid in bed and stayed up all night thinking about what happened.