Shimming radiantly in the morning sun, my wedding ring sat on my left hand. Another day alone in my spacious home while my husband is away on work. Being the wife of a pilot has it perks but as of late they don't seem worth it. I craved affection but with Brandon being gone all the time it was nonexistent. Moving into a new neighborhood away from everything I was so accustomed to had been hard but I've managed. The worst part was being lonely. Sure, I could hang out with friends but it's hard when they live 30 minutes away and all have kids to tend to. Picking up my mug I sipped the hot drink lightly looking out the big living room window. Birds chirped, cars passed, and mothers sent their kids off to school all while I'm here by myself.
In my peripheral my eye caught a male in blue shorts digging into the back of a mail truck. He had strong legs from what I could see, flexing his calves when he stood on his toes reaching to the front. The unknown man closed the door and slung a bag on his shoulder getting ready to start his route. Waving to Mrs.Waterman who was knee deep in dirt from gardening, he started on the far side of the rode across the street. Bored I got up and washed my cup, heading to my bedroom to get ready for work.
Around 3pm I strolled back in my home and kicked off my heels. Things at the office were stressful and I wanted nothing more than to come home to my husband. But of course he was away on a tropical island. Before leaving, he told me he was scheduled to fly out to Bora Bora with his co-pioit Doug. I knew they would stay a few days then switch with the next duo and come home. Brandon often did this when he didn't have to. He would claim that it was the way he was assigned but I never believed it. He didn't want to come home to me. As years passed on I found myself putting more into this relationship that he did. Marrying at the tender age of 19 proved to be mistake and I should've listened to my mama. But you know what they always say 'Hind sight is always 20/20'.
Roaming the hallway I stripped out of my dress, stopping at the laundry room to toss it in the worn pile. I picked out some running shorts and a tank top to replace it. It was still sunny outside so I figured why not go for a walk or something. I grabbed my nikes' and headed out.
Plugging my headphones into my ears I searched my phone for a good song to walk/run to. Nothing I had snagged my interest I resort to my youtube playlist and strap my phone to my arm. At the bottom of the driveway smashed into someone, and they were pretty solid.
"Sorry I wasn't-" I looked up at the body I slammed into. It was magnificent. His hazel green eyes, sandy brown hair, and soft pink lips caught me off guard.
"I w-was uhh-" I was at a loss for words.
"Don't worry, was my fault anyway." He spoke with such grace. Deep voice filled with so much bass that it had ya girl sweatin'.
"No it was totally me, I should watch where I'm going." My brain finally found the words to put together a sentence. He smirked and nearly took my knees out with it. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
"Are you Mrs. O'Connal?"
Unfortunatly..
"Uhh yeah, thats me." Digging into the almost empty bag on his shoulder the man handed a small pile of envelops to me.
"Heres your mail.." I took the papers from him and nodded my head.
"Thank you!"
"No problem, it's my job.." He flashed a billion dollar smile causing my heart to speed up, then he left. Adjusting the strap on his shoulder, I watched as his legs carried him away from me.
Man Oh Man!!!
I was happy I decided to go outside today!
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