Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
What?
“Did we?”
I’m shocked to silence, is this really happening?
He grabs a handful of my hair and kisses me.
A car horn sounds from behind, and Avril and Macey laugh out loud.
His lips are big and soft and even fuzzy drunk, I feel all tingly.
The traffic lights turn green.
He goes to deepen the kiss, and I pull back, “Dylan.” I laugh, what the hell, he wants to full-on tongue kiss in front of everyone? What must the driver think?
“Get out of the car, Zoe.” He laughs as he holds my face to his, I get the giggles, this is crazy.
“Come with me.” His lips take mine again, “I’ll teach you some mechanical jobs. We can change tires together,” he whispers against my lips, “Look that car over there has a flat.”
“No, it doesn’t,” I scoff.
“It will in a minute.”
I laugh out loud.
He’s so fun.
Car horns sound from the traffic behind us.
“Get out of the car, man.” The Uber driver yells, but Dylan just smiles against my lips; he likes this game too.
Dylan’s friends start pulling him by his legs out of the car. “You’re not going home,” they yell at him.
“She’s coming with us,” he calls as they pull him out, I laugh and then the Uber unexpectedly speeds off.
“Zoe, come back.” I hear him yell after the car, I turn and watch him through the rearview mirror. He’s throwing his arms up in the air as he stares after our speeding car.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Macey whispers. “I can’t believe you didn’t go with him.”
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.
His sexy eyes hold mine and suddenly I remember what I’m wearing. I adjust the spaghetti strap on my nightgown.
“Good evening, ma’am, we’ve had a call reporting that there’s been a disturbance on the premises.”