Sophie had noticed him for weeks. The delivery driver was ridiculously hot, tall, broad-shouldered, with messy brown hair and a charming smile that made her stomach flip every time he knocked. His name tag read “Tyler.”
At first it was normal packages. Then the “wrong” ones started, a lingerie set addressed to her neighbor, expensive chocolates meant for someone else down the street, a bottle of massage oil that definitely wasn’t hers. Each time he lingered longer at her door, flirting shamelessly.
“Must be fate,” he’d say with a wink on the third visit. “Universe keeps sending me to your door.”
On the fifth visit, another “misdirected” package at 8 PM Sophie finally took the bait.
“Come inside to… sign for it?” she asked, biting her lip.
Tyler’s eyes darkened with heat. “Yeah. I’d li
