It was a night much like any other. She was sitting in front of the computer staring blankly at the screen as she scanned through hundreds of images. She loved her job but it often made her feel like her brain was melting and pouring out of her ears. The only reason she had gotten into the field in the first place was because of a boy; a silly reason to do anything, but it worked for her. She watched him as he shuffled in and out of the office, communicating with clients like they were long lost friends. She admired the way he was so at place at their job. He wore confidence like a second skin, but had hardly noticed her. It didn’t surprise her because she had always been a wall flower. Blending into the back ground is what she was trained to do her whole life. She watched him at his desk and screamed as loud as she could in her own mind, “Touch me just once and I will be yours.”  He got up and left to go file some paper work. She sighed softly to herself knowing he couldn’t hear her anyways, no matter how loud she screamed at herself. He came back in and started to discuss a design for a customer. He reached out his hand and placed it on her shoulder, a friendly casual gesture common amongst any co-workers. But just as soon as he had touched her skin he jerked his hand away almost as if he had been burnt. He finished what he was saying and left the room as quickly as he could. She sighed again as tears rushed to her eyes. Little did she know that her silent scream was what caused him to jerk away. He felt her fury and passion for him down to the depths of his soul. With just one touch he heard her voice and was captivated. Never before had he felt such a fire, electricity, a caress like the one he felt when he touched her.
With just one touch, he was hers.