What my dad doesn’t know about the electrician that came round 😌

I want to tell you about the day the electrician came to fix the faulty wiring at my dad's house. I was lounging around, bored out of my mind, when this guy showed up – tall, kinda scruffy in a cute way, with these amazing eyes. He started asking me questions, not just about the lights, but about me – what I was doing with my summer, what music I liked. He had this playful smirk that made my stomach flip.

Dad was hovering around at first, but then he got a phone call and disappeared into his office. Suddenly, it was just me and the electrician. The air crackled with something I couldn't explain. He leaned in close to show me something on the fuse box, his arm brushing against mine, and I swear I forgot how to breathe. Then he winked. WINKED! At me.

My heart was doing a crazy drum solo. I blurted out something about wanting to show him the flickering light in my room. It wasn't even flickering, but he didn't question it. He followed me upstairs, his eyes lingering on me in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

In my room, the flirting intensified. He teased me about my posters, I playfully shoved him, and before I knew it, we were kissing. It was electric, pun intended. The world outside my room faded away, and it was just us, caught in this unexpected, thrilling moment.

We spent the next hour tangled up in my room, stealing kisses and whispers between checking the "faulty wiring". It felt rebellious, forbidden, and absolutely amazing. When my dad finally called from downstairs, we jumped apart, breathless and flushed. The electrician quickly "fixed" the imaginary problem and made a hasty retreat.

As he left, he winked again and slipped me a piece of paper with his number on it. My heart soared. It was the start of something exciting, a secret summer romance with the electrician who definitely knew how to light up my life. I can't wait to see him again.