It all started with a package I'd been waiting for forever. It was a hot afternoon, and I was lounging around in my short shorts and a loose tank top, not expecting anyone to show up. Then I heard the doorbell

When I opened the door, there he was—the delivery guy. He was tall, with messy brown hair and a smile that could melt ice. His uniform shirt clung to his chest, showing off his muscles. He held the package out to me, but his eyes lingered on me just a little too long.

"You look... comfortable," he said, smirking as I grabbed the box. I laughed, leanng against the doorframe. "Yeah, it's a lazy day. You must be sweating in that uniform.”

He shruged, wiping his forehead. "It's not too bad. You've got AC, though, right? Must be nice in there.”

I couldn't help myself. “You want to cool off?” I asked, stepping back an motioning for him to come in. He hesitated for a second, then grinned. "Don't mind if I do."

Inside, I handed him a glass of water and caught him sneaking glances at me while he drank. “You're working hard today, huh?” I teased. He set the glass down and said, "Not as hard as you're making me work right now."

My cheeks flushed, but I smirked. “Oh, really? And what are you gonna do about it?”

He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. “Depends. You got more packages that need… handling?”

I barely had time to laugh before his hands were on my waist, pulling me close. His lips crashed into mine, and I felt the heat between us instantly. His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me onto the edge of the kitchen counter. The cool surface was a stark contrast to the fire building between us.

His uiform was wrinkled by the time he was done kissing me, and let's just say, I made sure to leave him sweating more than when he arrived. By the time he left, my package wasn't the only thing that got delivered. 😉