My lips tingle from his kiss, and I turn back to the front, totally frazzled.
“You know, Mr. Uber Driver, that was one of those moments where you shouldn’t have driven off.”
He rolls his eyes, unimpressed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
My lips tingle as I smile goofily out the window.
I didn’t imagine it.
Monday night
I roll over and punch the pillow, it’s 3 a.m. and darkness has rolled in. My mind is racing, only this time it’s different, I’m not lying here wondering what Rodney is doing.
I’m thinking about Dylan.
I’m here kicking myself that I didn’t ask him where he lived, or his surname, or get out of that damn Uber and go with him. I hope he doesn’t think I’m not interested, because I am.
Really interested…. and not about flat tires, but about the thick quad muscles he had under those pants.
I get an image of him on his knees looking up at me,I always finish what I start.
I smile into the darkness.
I imagine what it would be like to sleep with a man like him. He’d be strong and rough and ready.
Powerful.
I wonder why he’s single. Was he married, has he had a breakup or is he a player?
I have a feeling he’s a good guy. The kind of man who looks after his own… maybe it’s the uniform? I smile again at all the possibilities.
Policeman Dylan woke something up in me, something that…. if I’m honest, I haven’t felt in years. Not even with Rodney.
Excitement.
I’m freshly showered and wearing a white cotton nightgown with spaghetti straps. My hair is wet, and I get back to decorating my Christmas tree. I’ve put on the twinkling fairy lights and have all the baubles laid out. I hold up the Christmas Angel and stare at her. My most prized possession, it was the last thing my mother bought me before she passed. She’s white with gold wings, her dress is sparkly, and she’s wearing a halo. As soon as I put her on the tree, I’m reminded that all is well in the world, that I’m okay, and I’ve made it another year without my mum.
This angel is special, no idea why she holds such a powerful significance, but she does.
I put her back into her box and set her to the side, she goes onto the tree last. I get back to my baubles, this year I’m going for a specific theme, the baubles are red and glittery, and the white ones are shiny and white. I’ve even gone all out and bought new red and white cushions for my couch this year.
This place is going to look as Christmassy as fuck, if it’s the last thing I do.
“Knock, knock.” Sounds on the front door. It’s a forceful knock, as if someone is pissed off.
“Knock, knock.” Sounds again.
I frown, who the hell is that?
I go to the front door and peer out the peephole onto my front porch.
Dylan.
What the……
I can’t unlock the door fast enough, and I burst the door open and there he stands, all 6ft3 gorgeous inches of him, he’s in full uniform, and wearing his hat.
“Dylan,” I gasp.
