Midnight sun

5 | Dylan

First thing, the supply shipment came in wrong, which held up some work. Then there was continuous leaking from the pipes that Simon hooked up to the water system. There is a spreadsheet of worker's schedules to be updated. It is one of my least favorite parts of the job, this kind of admin stuff, but it is a necessary evil.

I blink my eyes a few times as I stare at my laptop screen and groan when I see the time. I better hurry up with finishing up these new supply orders if I don't want to end up sleeping in my office chair tonight.

I don't know why I am so annoyed, it is business as usual at my construction site by the Mirror Lake. But it's like my skin feels too tight for my body and my rib cage is squeezing around my lungs making it too hard to suck in air.

The knock on my trailer door interrupts me from the paperwork and restlessness. It's past five o'clock, everyone should have left already.

"Come in."

The metal door opens slowly and I take in the young man in front of me and his pale skin now flushed pink around his cheeks. I should have known it's going to be him.

"It's five o'clock." He says timidly.

"I know." I return to my orders avoiding his tired eyes. He looks exhausted and dishevelled. Good–this is how it's going to be here if he wants to earn a living.

"Um... Can I go home?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

He mutters a curse under his breath. "I would call my uncle to pick me up but I forgot to ask for his number, I just got a new phone."

I'm silent for a few seconds too long, just long enough that he starts squirming in his spot in front of my desk, uncomfortable with the silence and tired legs. He really wants to go home now but he can't get there without me.

"I can drop you off," I finally answer and motion to the chair. "You'll have to wait, I need to finish this paperwork."

He doesn't say anything but slumps down in a plastic chair and takes off his hard hat and puts it in his lap. His dark hair is cut short on the sides but the longer strains on top are now left a little wild and rumpled, almost like someone pulled on it. I instantly drop my gaze to my paperwork when I realize that the sight of it made my dick twitch. He looks stupidly good for someone who spent the whole day doing hard labor on a construction site.

From the moment I laid my eyes on Noah Summerville my body was acting treacherous. And I don't mean this morning in the town office.

Last Friday, after picking up a package from the post office I saw him walking out of the department store on Main Street. I did a double take, I couldn't believe what I was seeing and in that moment the world felt like it was in slow motion.

His hair was much longer that day, midnight black. It looked like he didn't brush it before leaving the house. His nose slightly pointed, his lips a sexy bow shape, but full and pretty. I noticed how young he was, too young for me, but god, I wanted him.

He was wearing tight black jeans with holes on his knees, a ratty pair of Converse and a well worn hooded sweatshirt. Despite the obvious bags under his eyes, his skin was radiant. I couldn't help noticing the way he shivered in the wind. Although we still had mild temperatures for this time of year, the winter was fast approaching and the cold wind from the north demanded thick coats and hats, especially in the early mornings and nights.

Then I saw the look on his face. Like he didn't want to be here.

Instead of ignoring him, switching the ignition on and driving off, I just sat in my car and continued looking. Like he had a pull over me, I just stared with curiosity and couldn't believe that a pretty thing like him existed somewhere in this world. Something about him just did it for me. Who was he? Then I saw Paul and Adel Summerville next to him with some shopping bags, and I connected the dots.