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The Deliveryman (Audio Script)
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Transitioning from the office to working from home has thrown her off her groove a little bit, but there are perks to spending so much time at home, like the cute mailman she chats with everyday. She knows leaving a note taped to her mailbox for him wasn’t the smoothest pickup attempt, but he sure is cute in that uniform. In this romantic audio story, embark on a flirtatious journey with the mailman after giving him your number.
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
Edited by: Huangguo Drama · Updated:
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12:56… you’re normally here by now.
Maybe you’re… on a different route today.
Or… maybe you… took the day off or something.
Or maybe you read the stupid note I left taped to the mailbox and you’re never coming back.
That was maybe one of the worst ideas I’ve ever had.
Leave a note with my phone number for the hot delivery guy.
Yeah, great way to get a boyfriend.
You probably think I’m insane.
God, I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable.
We’ve had such a good rapport over the last few weeks and I just completely ruined it.
I didn’t really even think about what happens if you’re not interested or taken or something.
And now you’re just going to be thinking about the fact that clearly, I’m into you every time you drop the mail off.
I really screwed this up.
Whatever.
I’m young, I’m hot, if you don’t feel the same, then that’s your loss.
I’ll be able to laugh about it… eventually.
Still, uh, I kind of wish I could take back ever leaving that note.
Fuck.
Oh my god, it’s you.
Shit, it’s you.
Why are you knocking on my door?
You never knock.
“Hey.”
“Hey, how’s it going?
Got a package here I need you to sign for.
And I’ve… I’ve got a few letters for you here, too.”
Shit, shit, should I say something about it?
Ask if you saw the note?
No, no, just pretend like it never happened.
God, my face is getting all hot.
You’re going to hand me a restraining order, aren’t you?
“There you go, these are yours.”
“Oh, thanks, yeah…”
“Um, that one looks important.”
“Oh.
Yeah, you’re right, it does.
Looks like someone… might have written their phone number on this electric bill.
And a bunch of hearts.”
“Oh, really?
Maybe you got, like, a secret admirer or something.”
“Yeah? Maybe.”
“Seriously, I got your note yesterday.
Made my day, so… thanks.”
“It did? Well, this kinda just made mine.
So, thank you.
Honestly, I started spiralling as soon as I saw it gone.”
“You a Capricorn?”
“Yeah, actually, I am.
How did you know?”
“Overthinking.
Classic Capricorn trait.
I’m one too.”
“No way.”
“Oh yeah.
I’m a big-time overthinker.
I probably spent a solid half hour trying to decide if I should come to your door or leave a note in your mailbox.”
“That’s so funny.
I debated if it was cheesy to hit on someone by note for, like, an hour yesterday.”
“Nah, not cheesy.
Kinda romantic, like Jane Austen or something.”
“Yeah, yeah, I guess it is.”
“So, just to confirm, you are hitting on me?”
“Mm, yeah, I think so.
And you’re definitely hitting on me, right?”
“100%.”
“Do you want to…?
Sorry, I know you’re in the middle of working, but do you want to come in for a minute?
It’s so cold—I just made a pot of coffee.”
“Yeah, sure.
I’ve got a little while before I’m due back.”
So… this is not at all what I was expecting.
I absolutely am not prepared to have a cute guy in my apartment.
Really hope he doesn’t notice my laundry in the living room.
Or that I’ve got a bunch of dishes in the sink.
It’s been so long since I’ve flirted, but… hey, still got it, I guess.
And damn, he’s cute in that uniform.
“I’ve been seeing you so much lately when I come by.
Did you just start working from home or something?”
“Yeah, actually. A month or so ago.
It’s… been an adjustment.
Sugar?”
“Yeah, please.
Sounds tough.
I don’t think I could do it, honestly, sit at a desk all day.
You enjoying it?”
“It’s definitely not for everyone, but there are perks, yeah.
What about you, do you like your job?”
“Yeah, I do.
Gets me out of the house.
And I get to meet some… interesting people.
Some more interesting than others…”
I turn around to hand you the cup, but you don’t reach out to take it.
You run your fingers through your hair and tilt your head to the side a little.
God, your smile is so contagious.
Your eyes look me up and down, slow, purposeful.
You close the distance between us, wrap your fingers around mine on the warm mug and set it down on the counter.
We’re so close together… your face just a couple of inches from mine.
This… this is really happening, isn’t it?
“This okay?”
“More than okay.”
I lift my hands and wrap them around the back of your neck.
Your skin is warm and surprisingly soft under the collar of your coat.
You guide your hands down to my hips and squeeze a little… before curling your fingers around two of my belt loops.
Your hands slide downward… around my ass.
Suddenly I’m being lifted up onto my kitchen counter.
You part my legs with your thigh and press your body against mine.
“You feel good…”
“Do you want this?”
“Yeah, yeah, I want you.”
You lay your hands on my thighs and lean your weight against me.
Your fingers slip beneath the hem of my t-shirt.
They’re a little cold as you slide them up my stomach… up to my chest.
Your teeth pull on my bottom lip, not hard, but enough to let me know you want more than to just kiss me.
You’re being gentle, but somehow firm, self-assured.
I pull on your jacket to bring you closer.
“Can I take off your shirt?”
“Yeah, please do.”
My chest harden as you lift my shirt over my head.
Each little movement of your fingers sends a shock of pleasure through me.
“Oh, play with my chest…”
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