seep back into my shattered heart. I remember him saying those words to me before. Words which hold so much hope for a future that still hangs right in front of my eyes. Could we actually work? Is it possible?
Kara emails me, asking me to move all her files into her drive so she can access them before I move into my new position. A position I’m still walking in the clouds about. But those same clouds carry me to Andrew and my heart hurts again. Deep down I know I don’t want to move on from Andrew because I do still love him with every fiber of my being. But can we go back? Can we make this work between us? Too many questions float in the air as I buckle down, focusing on the task at hand instead of the tall, dark-haired British man who has me rethinking everything I thought was true.
H AVE YOU EVER BEEN SO rushed that you’ve forgotten things in the most obvious places? Spent hours searching for something that was actually right in your hands? Or have you ever been trapped in your car door because you’re too distracted by your thoughts? Then realize you shut the door when your coat wasn’t fully out and now you can’t reach the lock to open the door?
So here I stand with my coat stuck in the locked car door, unable to access the handle because my ass is pressed tightly against said door. And heaven forbid my car should be new enough to have a fancy key fob where I could just press a button to unlock the door and free myself. Not that it would help right now anyway with my keys out of reach on the ground. No, instead I get to sit here looking like a fool, waiting patiently for someone else to enter the nearly empty parking garage and be my hero. Is this how my day is going to go? If this is any indication, I’m calling in sick now.
And just as I’m fumbling for my phone, on the verge of tears, I hear the soft laugh of a man approaching me. Oh no. Please don’t let it be some crazed lunatic who wants to lock me in his basement, keeping me in a hole and telling me put lotion on my skin or I’ll get the hose again.
The soft footsteps grow closer and a gentle hand is placed on my shoulder. “Need some help there?” His smooth voice falls over me and I instantly sag backward.
“Oh, Michael, thank God you’re here. Could you help me? I’ve managed to trap my jacket in the door and I can’t reach the lock.”
“Of course. Where are your keys?”
I point to the ground about a foot away and he starts laughing again.
“Don’t laugh! I’m embarrassed enough as it is. They accidentally fell to the ground when I realized I was stuck.”
He bends down smoothly and retrieves the missing keys. I attempt to move to the side but with my position right in front of the handle it’s going to be difficult to find the lock.
Michael smiles, leaning close to me. “Just hold still. I’m going to try and find the lock this way.” His arms snake around my waist, his hands feeling for the door, which in turn also moves against my back and body. He presses further into me and I close my eyes at his closeness. He smells good, fresh and clean shaven, like linen that’s been hanging out in the sun to dry or what I would imagine rain smells like if it had a scent. And he’s close, so close. Close enough that if I just lean over a few inches our lips would be pressed together.
I hear the key slip into the lock, his hand turning the mechanism, involuntarily pressing it against my ass. A tingle runs up my spine at the contact. It’s been five days since anyone has made that kind of contact with me. Well, okay, not that kind of contact but it’s been five days since a man has been anywhere close to me, just as Michael is now.
The door handle is lifted up and I’m freed from my prison, thankful that no one observed my distress, outside of Michael.
“There you go, little damsel in distress,” he laughs.
I don’t step away as I look into his deep brown eyes, feeling my mouth go dry by just looking at him. He leans
Kara emails me, asking me to move all her files into her drive so she can access them before I move into my new position. A position I’m still walking in the clouds about. But those same clouds carry me to Andrew and my heart hurts again. Deep down I know I don’t want to move on from Andrew because I do still love him with every fiber of my being. But can we go back? Can we make this work between us? Too many questions float in the air as I buckle down, focusing on the task at hand instead of the tall, dark-haired British man who has me rethinking everything I thought was true.
H AVE YOU EVER BEEN SO rushed that you’ve forgotten things in the most obvious places? Spent hours searching for something that was actually right in your hands? Or have you ever been trapped in your car door because you’re too distracted by your thoughts? Then realize you shut the door when your coat wasn’t fully out and now you can’t reach the lock to open the door?
So here I stand with my coat stuck in the locked car door, unable to access the handle because my ass is pressed tightly against said door. And heaven forbid my car should be new enough to have a fancy key fob where I could just press a button to unlock the door and free myself. Not that it would help right now anyway with my keys out of reach on the ground. No, instead I get to sit here looking like a fool, waiting patiently for someone else to enter the nearly empty parking garage and be my hero. Is this how my day is going to go? If this is any indication, I’m calling in sick now.
And just as I’m fumbling for my phone, on the verge of tears, I hear the soft laugh of a man approaching me. Oh no. Please don’t let it be some crazed lunatic who wants to lock me in his basement, keeping me in a hole and telling me put lotion on my skin or I’ll get the hose again.
The soft footsteps grow closer and a gentle hand is placed on my shoulder. “Need some help there?” His smooth voice falls over me and I instantly sag backward.
“Oh, Michael, thank God you’re here. Could you help me? I’ve managed to trap my jacket in the door and I can’t reach the lock.”
“Of course. Where are your keys?”
I point to the ground about a foot away and he starts laughing again.
“Don’t laugh! I’m embarrassed enough as it is. They accidentally fell to the ground when I realized I was stuck.”
He bends down smoothly and retrieves the missing keys. I attempt to move to the side but with my position right in front of the handle it’s going to be difficult to find the lock.
Michael smiles, leaning close to me. “Just hold still. I’m going to try and find the lock this way.” His arms snake around my waist, his hands feeling for the door, which in turn also moves against my back and body. He presses further into me and I close my eyes at his closeness. He smells good, fresh and clean shaven, like linen that’s been hanging out in the sun to dry or what I would imagine rain smells like if it had a scent. And he’s close, so close. Close enough that if I just lean over a few inches our lips would be pressed together.
I hear the key slip into the lock, his hand turning the mechanism, involuntarily pressing it against my ass. A tingle runs up my spine at the contact. It’s been five days since anyone has made that kind of contact with me. Well, okay, not that kind of contact but it’s been five days since a man has been anywhere close to me, just as Michael is now.
The door handle is lifted up and I’m freed from my prison, thankful that no one observed my distress, outside of Michael.
“There you go, little damsel in distress,” he laughs.
I don’t step away as I look into his deep brown eyes, feeling my mouth go dry by just looking at him. He leans
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