Page 37 of Grumpy Sunshine

What he didn’t know about my door wouldn’t hurt him.

I woke up, slick between my thighs, with the knowledge that yet another dream of Chevy had come and gone.

My hands went between my thighs, and I was amazed at just how easy it was to get off thinking about the man that had no clue he starred in my every dream.

Then again, I shouldn’t have been too amazed.He’d been star spank-bank material since I’d met the man a couple of years ago.

The first, and likely only, birthday text of the day came in, and I smiled.

Silver:

Happy birthday, sissy!I love you so much!

I grinned and picked up my phone, immediately texting back.

Me:

Not fair.You know that I just woke up.

Silver:

All’s fair in love and birthdays.

I sent her several birthday balloon emojis and tucked my phone into the waistband of my underwear before heading into the bathroom.

Once there, I set the phone aside and got to work getting ready to go.

I spent an extra amount of time on my appearance today.

In my head, I justified my extra attention to my appearance because it was my birthday, when in reality, I knew that I would be seeing Chevy at work today.

I started my hair, then called myself all kinds of dumb when it would annoy me to high heaven, and getting work done with patients would be all that much harder if my hair was down.

Instead of going with the curls, I went with a slick-back high pony, then added a red ribbon to it to match with my scrubs.

That, at least, was my norm.

Ribbons were my thing.

Being a cheerleader in high school, and desperate to at least fit in somewhat, I’d taken to the ribbons and the bows with glee.

I didn’t do bows so much anymore, but the ribbons were timeless.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.

I added wings to my eyes, something I usually only did when I was heading out for the night with Silver, and made sure to make the liner extra smoky.

My lashes were on point, and by the time I was ready to leave, I had a little bounce in my step.

I made it to my car, which was parked nowhere near my complex, in record time.

By the time I got to work, I was actually early.

I pulled to my usual spot on the hill and had just opened the door when I heard a motorcycle pull up somewhere near me.

My heart started to pound, and I looked up, my eyes going everywhere.

I spotted him parked next to the cemetery, which was catty-corner to where I was parked.

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