I sit it on his desk and go to the kitchen, unsure of how he'll react. The first issue was personal, but this one...this one is so much more than just that one word. Everything I'd been trying my hardest not to want, not to dream of, for those eight long months went into that scene. I hear the pages rustling and I know that he's opened it.

My eyes glance his way from time to time to gauge his reaction. His shoulders are hunched, focusing on the copy on his desk. I study his posture, but it gives away nothing. He stands. I spin around automatically, busying myself with finishing putting together my sandwich.

I hear his footsteps nearing and my cheeks are beginning to flush because I know that he knows I was watching; he always knows. I don't know why I'm so scared of what he'll think. I've never been scared to show him my work before. But my work before has never been this telling, this true, this raw. At least, to me it is. To readers, and obviously to Michael, it's just a blowjob. But it means more to me than that.

The footsteps stop and I feel him behind me, his body heat instantly warming me. He's close, but not close enough and I don't know what that means. I'm still attempting to spread the peanut butter on the bread but suddenly his arms encircle me and I drop the knife and bread from my hands.

"That was some blowjob." A small sigh of relief escapes my lips as the tension drains from my body. His left hand makes it way underneath my shirt, the right one still holding me tightly to him. His fingers are cool against my stomach and goosebumps arise on my skin but I don't want him to stop. His mouth moves to my neck, kissing, sucking. My hand moves to his hair and I lean my head to reveal more of my neck. After a moment he spins me around to face him, one of his hands on my shoulder, the other in my hair.

His smile is wry and his tongue is pressed to his cheek. "Thawing Rage's frozen heart with a blowjob, huh?"

"Haven't you heard? It's the only know cure."

His hand moves to the small of my back, just below my spine, and the feel of his fingers on me, even through a layer of cotton, sends a tingle throughout my entire body. From my head to my toes, I feel it. Feel him, the heat from his palm warming me inside and out. My head tilts up so that I can look at him, and his eyes are burning me. Roaming me up and down, creating an intense heat in my groin that travels through me like lightning.

When he looks at me like that, I feel like he's the one thawing me.

His hands on my back and in my hair are having the desired effect and I can't not touch him anymore. I press myself closer to him and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him, but just before my lips reach his, he pulls his head back. At first I think that he was teasing me before, that he really didn't like it, but when I meet his eyes they're not mocking. They're honest and sincere and I know that whatever he's about to say to me is going to be something important, something I'll remember.

"I guess Rage is pretty fucking lucky to have JT around."

I could fucking swoon. Right there, in his arms, I could do it.

But then his lips are on mine and he's lifting me from the floor anyway and I can't fathom how I ever thought I could deny myself this.