I didn’t ask Wyatt about his late night confession the next morning. We were both exhausted after a long night of s*x, and I did not want to confess that I had a dream where he basically told me he loved me.
Wishful thinking, much?
We went to breakfast, then Wyatt made good on his promise to spend the day with me. We went ice skating again and to dinner. At the end of the evening, he asked if I’d come back to his place.
Of course, I did.
We spent the entire weekend together. Monday morning he dropped me off at work with the promise that he’d pick me up at the end of the day so we could go out for New Year’s Eve.
Laura came in shortly after I did, looking surprised. “I didn’t see your car.”
I shook my head. “Wyatt dropped me off.”
“You let him?”
I laughed. “I know. I know. But I’m t
