The Cop Next Door

The dream felt so real.

We were in a police car speeding down the road. The road blurred ahead of us as I saw the heard the blaring of the sirens around us. 

I looked to my left and saw Ryan, my neighbor. He had a smile on his face but his eyes were on the road. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. 

My heart was beating quickly as he picked up speed and looked over at me. 

"Go ahead, have some fun," he said. I reached over and touched him. 

The banging on the door broke me out of my slumber. The storm outside still raged, sheets of rain slamming against my roof. 

That dream was exactly what I needed to get my mind off my recent breakup with my cheating boyfriend. 

I repeated those words to myself as I walked over to the door. "Go ahead, have some fun." It was exactly what my friends had suggested as a way to get over my breakup. I needed to have some fun even if it was just a dream. 

I grumbled to myself as I walked over and opened the door. 

It was Ryan, the sexy cop next door, the one from my dream and he was soaking wet in his uniform.

"Can I come in?" 

I thought back to that dream and nodded. 

"Go ahead, have some fun," he had said.