Work

I headed off to work but struggled to focus on the project my boss had been talking to me about. All I could think about was my morning with Tyrone.

The day seemed to drag until it was time to leave and pick up my boys. As I drove towards the school part of me hoped he'd be there, walking past with Max. I smiled at him trying desperately to get the dog out of my car earlier in the day. I pulled up outside but there was no sign, not surprising I guess. I waited until my 2 boys Spencer and Tarquin came out and they hoped into the car.

When I finally went to bed that evening I tossed and turned all night, thinking about Tyrone. The way he looked at me, the way he made me laugh, the way his lips felt against my cheek. I couldn't get him out of my mind.

I knew it was wrong. He was a black teenager, and I was a white, divorced mother of two. But I couldn't deny the connection I felt with him. I hadn't felt this way about anyone in a long time.

The next morning, I got the kids ready for school and dropped them off. As I was driving back home, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Tyrone.