Wilde Ride by Maegan Lynn Moores Page A

I say, jumping out of the bed and running to the bathroom. I
take a quick shower and get ready for the first day of the week.
Who doesn’t love Mondays? They are the worst day ever. I run into
the kitchen to grab something quick to eat and see that Ryder is
holding a plate full of breakfast food.
    “Eat this,” he demands.
    “I don’t have time. I am going to be late,” I
say.
    “You’re not leavin’ this house until you eat,
Ella,” he says, with determination on his face.
    “Can I eat it in the car?” I ask.
    “Works for me,” he agrees.
    “Thank you, handsome,” I say, taking the
plate in my hands as I lean in and kiss him. I turn to walk away,
but I am halted by Ryder’s steel arm around my waist.
    “That’s not a goodbye kiss,” he says.
    Oh My.
    He spins me around, causing the plate to
clatter on the island. Taking my face in his hands, he lays a big,
fat, wet open mouth kiss on me, which leaves me wanting more, so
much more.
    “That’s more like it,” he growls.
    “I can call in sick,” I say, knowing that I
never would. The only thing that I love more than teaching is
Ryder.
    “Get gone or you’ll be late, babe.”
    “Okay.”
    “See you after work, babe,” he says as I am
walking out the door.
    ****
    My day is going wonderful so far. In my first
class, we discussed the ending of Romeo and Juliet . The boys
thought the ending was extreme and in reality that would never
happen. The girls thought it was the most romantic thing they ever
heard. I had to agree with the girls; I would do the same for Ryder
if it ever came down to it. I wouldn’t be able to go on without
him. Maybe that is the difference. I have found the one , and I would do anything to be with him, even giving up
my own life.
    During my second class, we finished the book To Kill a Mockingbird . I thought it would be nice to watch
the movie for comparison. That leads us to now. I am in between
classes on a fifteen minute break, tidying my desk, when there is a
knock on the door. I look over my shoulder and see a beautiful
arrangement of red roses, with a head poking out around them,
saying, “Are you Ms. Scott?”
    “Um…Yes,” I say, dumbfounded. Who would send
me these? He walks over and places the beautiful flowers on my desk
and then holds a clipboard out to me.
    “Can you sign here, ma’am?” I take the pen
that he is holding out for me and sign for the flowers.
    “Have a good day.”
    “Thank you,” I say, as he walks out.
    I admired the roses for a few minutes and
then look for the card. Opening the card, I read:
    ‘I Love You’
    Oh. My. God.
    Ryder loves me! I have to see him. Shit, I’ve
got to work. Oh, I will go see him lunch time. I can’t wait to tell
him I feel the same. I pull out my phone to text him.
    Thank you.
    That is all I have the chance to write before
the bell rings and my students begin walking through the door. I
jump and put my cell phone in my desk drawer.
    “Wow Ms. Scott! Someone’s gonna get lucky,”
Ashley says, walking by and making the other kids whistle and clap
their encouragement.
    “Alright, everyone settle down and open your
books,” I say.
    The hour trudges by slowly, but not without
some questions and comments about me and Ryder and the beautiful
flowers that he sent me. When the bell rings for lunch break, the
class files out the door and I take off for my car. I can’t wait to
get to the bar and find Ryder to tell him that I love him too.
    I pull up in front of the Wilde Ride and I
run up to the door, throwing it open. I spot Ryder as soon as I
step in and storm towards him. Once he notices me, he comes from
around the bar with a worried expression on his face. When he gets
close enough, I run and jump into his arms. I wrap my arms around
his neck and my legs around his waist, while saying loudly for
everyone to hear.
    “I love you too, Ryder. So much.” He pulls
back.
    “What?” he asks.
    “Thank you for the flowers and I love you
too.” I notice the