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My eyes track the parking lot and I see him and a group of men there starting on the police float.
It may only be March, but Danny’s out there in a T-shirt, hammering away. Even from this distance I can see the sweat streaming down his body and he’s not the only one who’s wet.
Watching his forearm muscles tighten each time he brings the hammer down has my mind thinking about the same intensity with which I want him to thrust his hips as he drives into me. How I want him to hammer in a different way.
The sun peeks out from behind a cloud and he stops, lifting his head up toward it as he takes in its heat.
His back is straight and it’s only now that I can see just how hard he’s been working. The coat of sweat on his body has that shirt clinging to every muscle, his barrel chest stretching the material just as much as the caps of his shoulder muscles cause it to round at the sleeves.
I want to jump out of my car right now and run across the street to him and let him take me right here and now, but even after yesterday I’m still trying to be safe.
That was a big claim he made yesterday, but part of me knows this is our hormones running wild right now. I have to be smart about this. We both do.
I’m always the voice of reason amongst people I know, which is kind of odd because as a twenty-two year old virgin I’m not experienced in nearly as many ways as other people. But at least I’m aware of that, aware that Danny is a forty-two year old, tall, ripped man who puts any other man I’ve ever seen in my life to shame. He’s the poster child of a real man, and one I know any woman would be more than lucky to have.
I just wonder why he’s not already married. And yes, he’s not. I asked my dad some very leading questions last night, although I tried to play it cool. My dad confirmed he was single, which is why he has so much time to go fishing and do whatever he wants when my dad calls, and that he’s forty-two…the same age as my dad.
The thought that he’s exactly two decades my senior should make my head spin, but it doesn’t. I see it as a good thing. He’s experienced and worldly. I just hope he sees me as more than the daughter of his best friend in town.
I know he does, I’m just playing the devil’s advocate. This can’t be happening so fast that my logical brain, which always seems to get in the way, wants to slow this down and make sense of it. But it already makes complete sense. We want each other and no one else. End of story.
My hand reaches for the coffee in the center console and I bring it up to my lips. The creamy brown liquid is beyond hot, but it doesn’t matter. Inside I’m boiling.
Danny goes back to work hammering nails into the skeleton of what will become the North Adams Police Station float and it brings me pride to know that I’m the one leading this project…with Danny’s help of course.
Danny sets down his hammer and makes his way over to a cooler where he pulls out a bottle of water. It’s one of those small half liter bottles to begin with, but the way he twists the cap off and tips it back makes it look almost comical in his big, strong hands.
He downs the entire thing in less than three seconds. I’m wishing some of it missed and ran down his shirt even more, giving me an even more distinct view of his muscles, but I’m not so lucky.
He tosses the plastic bottle right into the recycle bin a good ten feet away without even looking. Yeah, he plays basketball all right. He’s sporty, coordinated, and powerful. He’s got the brawns and the brains, which were on full display yesterday as we laid out more of the parade plans. Now I want him to lay me out…on his bed, or anywhere he damn pleases.
He grabs another bottle and brings it up to his forehead, his bicep flexing as he raises it.
His eyes move toward the stoplight and I squirm down in my seat. It’s only then I hear the multitude of car horns behind me and I look up to see the light turning from yellow to red.
Did I miss an entire cycling of the lights?
“Come on, lady? That’s two times we’ve sat through a red now!” a voice from behind me yells.
I sneak a quick peek in my rear view and see the man in the car behind me is furious, as he has every right to be. I was off in La La land crushing on Danny so hard I didn’t even hear their horns? Unreal.
