We met one warm afternoon in the middle of summer. I thought he had beautiful eyes and was the height I preferred in a man. His skin was the color of coffee beans, clear of any signs of teenage acne he may have had and a musky scent that, along with the basketball he held, told of his afternoon activities. We only spoke briefly then I continued on with my chore of cooking dinner.
The next time I saw him, no one was home but Charlie, my chocolate Labrador Retriever and me. I had just taken a shower and was drying off when the door bell rang. Quickly drying and grabbing my robe, I hurried for the door, thinking it may be the package I’d been waiting for. It was a package but it wasn’t the postman. It was Derek. I opened the door to allow him in and escorted him to the family room to wait until I dressed.