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DELIVERING HEAT

BY LAYNA LEVIGNE

SMASHWORDS EDITION | COPYRIGHT 2017 LAYNA LEVIGNE

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A bead of sweat rolled down Sara Beth’s back making her flinch. She’d just pushed the mower as far under the pine tree as she could reach and was worried at first that a spider had dropped down the back of her shirt. She quickly realized it couldn’t be a spider due to the thin, black jacket she wore despite it being so hot out so early in May. The jacket functioned partly as bug protection, but she also wore it because she was forever worried about premature wrinkles and liver-spotted skin. She’d seen the older women in town sporting their active wear wherever they went. Boobs smashed together in sports bras with a strange-looking divot between them which closely resembled a peach pit.

Sara Beth circled the tree with the mower. Her heart thudded to a halt as quickly as her feet when the familiar sight of the little white truck with blue writing crossed into her field of view. Slowly, it puttered up the street, stopping for a moment in front of her next door neighbors house. It moved again and was soon pulling into her driveway. She released the mower lever and snapped her wrist to her face, checking the time. One o’clock. How could it already be one? And here she was, sweat beaded up on her face, neck, and chest, all of which were sure to be bright red. Her unattractive nude-colored bra stuck out of the top of the blue tank she wore underneath a thin black jacket. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail under a pink baseball cap, and she had on the world’s ugliest black blade sunglasses.

“Shit,” she muttered as the truck pulled to a stop. She glanced down at the green stain that covered the front of her tennis shoes, and she remembered making the order that he was now delivering. A new pair of shoes to replace these ruined ones. Walking over to meet him, she slid her hands along her hips, forgetting she didn’t have pockets to hide them in.

“Hey Sara Beth, got a package for ya,” he said as he fumbled in the back of the truck.

She fidgeted with the zipper on her jacket. He turned and held out a box—exactly the right size for shoes—and flashed his wide, slightly crooked smile. Dimples flanked his white teeth.

“Thanks. How did you know my name?” She took the box and quickly looked down at the pile of junk mail that carefully rested on top.

“It’s on your mail.”

“Oh.” She shook her head and snorted. Her hand flung to her mouth to stifle her embarrassment.

Her eyes flashed to his face. His hazel eyes glowed, and he softly chuckled.

Was he laughing because she was ridiculous or cute? No. There was no way it was because she was cute. She was sweating like a pig, and now she sounded like one.

His gaze held hers longer that a polite glance between people who barely ever spoke. A flush of electricity surged through her body. She took a deep breath and returned her gaze to the junk mail resting on the package tucked under her left arm. She fumbled with the rubber band binding the pages together.

She jumped when his hand reached out toward her face.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling his hand back for just a moment. “It’s just that,” he reached out slowly this time, “you have some grass on your cheek.” His strong finger brushed her cheek as he wiped the grass away. She looked into his eyes for longer than she could imagine she’d be able. Heat radiated through her body as her stomach flopped and all her breath flooded out of her lungs.

“Thanks,” she muttered. Her eyes remained locked on his, as though they contained some gravitational pull.

His smile overtook his face. “No problem.” He took a step back, turned, and climbed into his truck. He backed out the driveway, put up a hand, and waved to her before he pulled out.

Her hand floated up to wave, then drifted to the cheek his fingers had so recently grazed. Her body shuttered and she was frozen in place, unable to move for a few moments. Another car drove past, beeping, and waving. It was her neighbor from a ways up the road. Shaken free from her trance, she walked inside the house, put the package on the table, and returned to her chore. She padded along the lawn, her mind intermittently flashing back to the moment he’d touched her. Mortification followed exhilaration at the awkward way she’d reacted. Why couldn’t she ever be cool in those moments?

After Sara Beth had finished, she went inside, sat at the kitchen table, and opened the box. She pulled out the new shoes. The shoes he’d delivered. Took off her old ones and slid her feet inside. She ran her fingertips along the side in the soft way his finger had brushed her cheek. Her body flitted with a fullness that radiated out of her groin. Her hand drifted from her shoe, up her legs, and rested in between them as she thought of him.


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