Chapter Five

Every day, I found myself in the same routine. The familiar buzz of the office filled my ears as I settled into my desk, eyes flicking across the room to catch a glimpse of him. He was always there just within my outermost vision, a constant presence in my workday. We were both posted in this side workplace, a twist of fate that brought us into close closeness yet our interactions had become limited to stolen glances and unspoken words.

"There was a strange dance between us, an unspoken agreement to maintain our distance. We were both in relationships committed to partners who waited for us at home. Yet, the love we had once shared refused to fade away completely. It still lingered in the air, a visible energy that crackled whenever our eyes met. The unspoken connection drew us together like magnets creating a tension that was both thrilling and agonizing.

"Every morning I entered the office, Yes I could feel his eyes on me. His gaze was like a magnetic pull impossible to resist. I would catch him stealing glances when he thought I wasn't looking, his eyes lingering on my face for a moment longer than necessary. It was as if he was trying to memorize every detail, every curve and contour as if preserving the memory of our shared past.

"We passed each other in the hallway, our bodies barely brushing against one another. A subtle electric shock passed between us at the brief contact my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. I would steal a glance at him, finding his eyes already fixed on me and a silent acknowledgment passing between us. We were like two planets orbiting the same sun unable to collide but constantly drawn towards each other by an invisible force.

"During meetings our eyes would meet across the table. There was a depth of emotion in his gaze, a silent pleas for sweet understanding that mirrored my own feelings. We were both trapped in relationships that no longer brought us happiness, yet the loyalty we felt towards our partners kept us from openly acknowledging the love that still existed between us. It was a bittersweet torture, the knowledge that we could never be together, yet unable to deny the emotions that pulsed through our veins whenever we were near.

"In the break room, I would find him, there's a cup of coffee in his hands, his eyes staring into the distance. We would exchange polite smiles engaging in casual small talk that barely scratched the surface of what we truly wanted to say. The air between us crackled with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of our shared history.

"At times, I would catch him looking at his phone, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he read a message from his partner. Jealousy would claw at my insides, the irrational desire for his attention consuming me. I knew I had no right to feel this way, but emotions rarely listened to reason. His happiness with someone else was a reminder of what we had lost, a wound that refused to heal.

"Despite our best efforts to maintain a pretence of professionalism, there were moments when our defenses crumbles. In unguarded moments, our eyes would meet and the truth would flicker in the depths of his gaze. There was a silent confession in those moments, a shared acknowledgment of the love that still burned between us. It was a dangerous game we played skirting the edges of temptation while desperately trying to hold onto our sense of morality.

"The office became a battleground of emotions each day a new challenge to resist the pull of our hearts. We were like sailors navigating treacherous waters, trying to find our way back to the safety of the shore while being lured by the siren song of our love. The constant proximity only intensified our longing creating a tension that was almost unbearable.

"yet, we persevered. We hold on to the fragments of our self-control, determined to remain faithful to our partners despite the turmoil in our hearts. The love we shared became a silent agony, a constant ache that refused to subside. In the midst of our daily interactions, we found solace in the stolen glances and the unspoken words, finding comfort in the knowledge that we were not alone in our struggle.

"The office, once a place of productivity and professionalism, had become a battlefield of emotions. Every day was a test of our willpower, a challenge to resist the magnetic pull of our hearts. We navigated the complexities of our feelings, trying to find a balance between loyalty and desire. It was a delicate dance, a tightrope walk between temptation and restraint.

"And so, we continued our routine, our interactions filled with a silent undercurrent of longing. We were like two stars in a binary system, forever bound by the gravitational pull of our love. The office became a sanctuary of unspoken desires, a place where our hearts could express what our lips dared not utter. In the midst of our daily responsibilities, we found moments of stolen intimacy, brief seconds where our eyes would meet, and the world would fade away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered truth of our love.