Page 13 of Lunar Diamonds
Oops. Here came the burning humiliation in my face.
He chuckled.
“I’m so sorry!” I squeaked. “What the hell?”
“It’s not a problem,” he said soothingly.
“I… I…” I cleared my throat, cheeks even hotter than before. “Crap.”
“Thanks for the compliment. You’re not so bad yourself.” He winked.
Somebody catch me!“I… I…”
“Move along please, gents,” a witchcop ordered.
Damn crappy timing.
This glorious man nodded at the woman, then faced me again. With that smile. “Stay safe.”
His gray coat hugged him perfectly, tailored to highlight and hint at the muscular body hidden beneath.
A genius construction.
He went to walk away.
“Wait!” I called.
He paused, facing me. “Yes?”
“I, erm…” What the hell was I doing? “Thanks.”
He cocked his head slightly. “For what?”
“For not chewing me out.”
He chuckled. “There are enough problems in this world. Two men bumping into each other isn’t even on the list. Besides, I quite like bashing into cute guys.” He winked again and walked away.
I stood there gaping like a fish out of water, watching him leave, wishing I could talk to him for little bit longer. To study him more, to hear that amazing voice for a few more seconds.
But the witchcops were scowling, gesturing for me to move my arse immediately.
Dammit. There went the hottest thing to ever share oxygen with me.
As I waitedfor my bus, I daydreamed, enjoying my regular fantasy of moving to a quaint village to open a bookshop. One which also sold cookies, a place full of literary warmth and sugar. And I’d live nearby in some cute cottage with a hottie—now played by the guy in the gray coat. He’d kiss me every morning as I lay there bathed in glorious sunlight with no hair out of place, my breath fresher than mint. His eyes would sparkle, made for ogling me, and we’d head to a quaint café down the cobbled street for breakfast before I opened my shop, everything so perfect, straight out of a rom com.
Give me all the romance, all the gooey goodness. Right now. I could really go for some right now.
Maybe one day it’d happen. I was on all the dating apps, picking my way through the frogs to find some princes.Embracing my inner Snow White by the wishing well, dreaming about a prince coming by one day.
I watched too many Disney movies.
Hope was the perfect shield against the darker sides of life. It kept your feet on the sunlit paths, gave you a reason to wake up in the morning. A great remedy for any down days.
Believe in love.
Believe in the goodness of life.
Try not to regret failing to ask for the hot guy’s name and number. Damn. He would not leave my mind.
