“Your Chariot Awaits”

Mikey’s words. He is standing outside leaning on the hood of his car.

The big trees standing tall in the night sky. I feel the cool breeze of the night wind and the warmth of my body.

He is wearing his dark jeans, black button down shirt and donning that smile that makes me swoon. Every. Single. Time.

His salt and pepper hair neatly messy, and his freshly trimmed mustache and beard frames his lips. Those lips.

I can smell the light scent of his cologne, makes me want more. Honestly he could have just played in a rugby game and drove straight to my place. I could care less. My sense of smell always favors Mikey.

Me. Hair blown out, a big smile on my face, sporting my Mother jeans and black top. My black heeled boots make me almost as tall as him. I notice my earring backing on the ground.

Luke Combs is playing on the car radio.

I smile and reply “Hi Mikey.”