Besides, tomorrow's another day, even if we weren't supposed to leave the house with the exceptions of necessities. I figured toilet paper was one thing that would grant me the right.
I rolled off, he kept calling after me, but I was too stubborn and annoyed to give a flying rat's patoot, plus a hot bath and a book from my Kindle sounded so good right now. Though I think I'll pass on any sexy hot cop stories.
As I'm rolling home, I hear his footsteps behind me, and I know he's not giving up. I know his conscience is getting to him but truthfully, I'd rather he just left me alone. Today is obviously not my day because it seems he's not going to let this go. I shouldn't be surprised he is in law enforcement and I'm sure they are taught to never quit.
He has met his match, because I was born not to quit. My very existence depends upon my ability to never give in. I decided right there and then I was going to put a stop to this. So, I turned around and looked into his insanely gorgeous face as I stood my ground.
“Look, this has been a long and extremely stressful day dealing with crazy people acting like the world is going to end. I just want to wheel my butt home, take a bath and read a book to help take my mind to a much more peaceful place than the one we are currently in. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go.”
He stood there with an expression that told me he didn't expect me to stand up for myself. He has another thing coming if he thinks I am some weak little girl; I may be confined to a wheelchair, but I am so much more.
He just kept looking at me, I guess he was trying to decide what to say to me that wouldn’t make him look like more of a moron.
Behind me I could hear yelling and arguing, so I turned around, just in time for me to witness people on the ground fighting. Times of crisis either bring out the good or the bad in humanity and right now I'm witnessing a childish act by adult males. I looked back at him and saw him staring between me and the fight going on.
“You really should break that up.” I nod in their direction.
I could actually hear his brain wrestling with what to do when he tossed the golden prize in my lap and took off running, shouting, “Hold this,” over his shoulder.
He took off at a sprint in the direction of the violent struggle, probably over something that in six months won't be important to anyone. While my tall, dark and handsome cop, with the perfect round behind broke up the fight, I was left holding the one thing people were willing to kill each other over.
I could have so easily taken off with it and by the time he noticed I'd have been long gone. It was so tempting but honestly, that would be so wrong. I'm left sitting here looking longingly at the fluffy rolls of white paper as if it mocks me.
As I raise my head to watch him break up the barbaric scene unfolding in front of me, I notice that all the women are turned watching my tall, dark and handsome breaking up the fight faster than it had started.
After everyone went their separate ways, he turned in my direction and looked absolutely shocked that I was still here. I guess he thought I would take off. As he approaches me, he shakes his head.
“I'm surprised to see you're still here. I thought my toilet paper would be long gone by now, but I do have a proposal for you." Now, it’s his time to cross his arms over his firm chest and stare at me.
“Go on,” I whisper and smile at him as his sexy smirk comes back onto his handsome face. I could completely get lost in his facial features.
He leans down, placing his hands on my chair and staring into my eyes, before he licks his lips and whispers, “Well, it’s actually two things. One, how about we split this pack of toilet paper and when I find more, I will drop it off at your house. Two, you go on a date with me.”
I stare at this gorgeous man and wonder if he sees who I am. I want to ask him what he sees when he sees me, but what comes out is, “I thought we were supposed to be socially distancing.”
He chuckles and shakes his head as I bite my lip. He pulls me closer and whispers, “You would be worth any ticket I would get. Go out with me or let me bring you dinner.”
I turn my head and look at all the women around us whispering and snickering, thinking to myself that this would make them eat their words. I turn back to him and nod before whispering, “Yes.”
His smile is so much better than his smirk, but this man could bring even the most gorgeous woman to her knees.
I watch as he stands up and looks around, waving at another officer who is quickly coming our way, before he looks at me and winks.
“My name is Nala.” I extend my hand out and watch as he takes my hand in his, bends down and places a gentle kiss across my knuckles.
“Such a pretty name, for an amazing woman. My name is Tavis.” Just as he places another kiss on my hand, the other officer joins us.
“Tavis, man what is taking you so long? You went into the store to get TP for your bun…” I snort, because I know what he is going to say and it’s how I refer to toilet paper on the best of days as that.
“Oh, well hello beautiful lady. My name is Turner, and I am the better-looking partner of this man.” He throws his thumb towards Tavis, who is still holding my hand but now he is shaking his head.
“Mine, dude,” Tavis growls and interlaces our fingers.
I watch as Tavis and Turner chat back and forth. They talk about how much longer the social distancing will go and how they hope things start to go back to normal.
Just as I am about to tell Tavis that I need to get going, their radio’s blare with a call.
“Hey, sweetheart, I need to get running.” He bends down and kisses my hand again. I don’t want to let go of his hand, but I know he needs to run and catch the criminals.
I hold out my phone not sure if I should ask for his phone number or if he even wants it.
“We are completely on the same wavelength.” He smirks and takes my phone sending himself a message, before handing it back and smiling as his phone vibrates.
I look down at my phone and giggle as his message pops up.
Hot Cop: I’m glad I met you today. The toilet paper was always going to be mine, just saying.
Me: That’s okay, you owe me many more rolls of toilet paper and no dates. Lots and lots of dates.
I watch as he runs to his cruiser and jumps in, flipping on the siren and waving as he speeds off.
The days and weeks and even the months that followed that entail meeting were some of my favourite memories.
We spent hours texting each other, and I felt so comfortable talking to him that I wasn’t worried about the virus anymore, because I had found someone that saw me for who I was and not a person in a wheelchair.
Today, even though we are still under strict instructions to stay home, he is coming over to talk with me in person.
I have cleaned up my house and made sure that I am wearing my best and prettiest outfit, even though we are only going to be talking through the door.
I hear a knock and the butterflies in my belly spring to life, as I go to answer it.
As I swing open the door and stare out the glass of the storm door, I gasp. Sitting on my front porch is a turned over box with a bouquet of fresh ruby red roses decorated with baby's breath, a box of something, it’s labelled candies, so I am assuming that he got me my favourite candy.