Lust next door

It’s her again.You would think seeing her last night, and again this morning would deter me from staring at her so much. Especially since she was in less clothes than she has on now. I look over at her, my hands making her fresh, drip coffee, she’s in a blue blouse that stretches over breasts–– I know how they look underneath the clothes, yet something about her in these clothes make me twitch. “Shit!”My eyes widen in fear and shock, her eyes had been on her phone when she stretched out her hand to accept the hot beverage from me, only skin brushing for less than a second, her smooth skin on mine, making my brain go into overdrive and I spilled the liquid on the same hands that gripped the sheets around her tightly last night, as she waited for an orgasm that never came. We both went to bed frustrated. That’s how I knew she was getting macrons with her coffee today instead of cake.“I’m so sorry.” I murmur, helping her with tissues.My ears burn with embarrassment as other patr

I did it. I said it. Actually, blurted it. My eyes bulged with realization, the tips of my ears reddening. I practiced so many times before coming here. Wondering if I should say it or not, worrying about if I say it, and worrying about if I don’t say it. The same way I worried about what to wear. My room is a mess. It usually is, now, it’s a mess I created trying to find what to wear, it is not a date, but she was specific with what she didn’t want me to wear. Then I realized, almost all I own is a hoodie, all of them colors to blend into my surroundings, and that’s why I end up matching with her, wearing a hoodie the similar shade of the one I gave to her this morning. I chew on my lip as I wait for her response, what would she say? She could say no, and we would go back to being server and customer. However it would be worse than that to me, after watching her for so long, coming this far has been luck, but coming just this far? “Looking at the table while speaking to me is

Alarm bells go off in my head. This was not how she was supposed to find out, actually she was never supposed to find out. What do I say to her? Images of everything I have seen since she moved in, from the beginning, when I thought that apartment would remain empty till I moved out in three months. And then she moved in. It was obviously a design flaw that she couldn’t see me from her window, yet I could see everything, leading her to believe in a false sense of safety, while on the other side I was always watching. I wouldn’t blame her if she shamed me for that and never spoke to me again, I deserve that much… “No, on a second thought, don’t answer that, I don’t think I can hear the answer at the moment.” She interrupts my thoughts, waving her hands in front of her face, as if she could easily wave reality away. Her eyes are closed, leaving me enough time to stare at her.From her room, she looked untouchable, a far away timeline I could never cross, yet she is here, and still

Until she spoke I was certain she was a figment of my imagination, product of my sleep deprived mind. After all, it wouldn’t be completely far fetched to say I was starting to see her after I laid awake last night, trying and failing not to look next door. I was still processing it. Regina Vega had been in my room, my bedroom and would have stayed the night if she didn’t find out how much of a creep I actually am.Even now. It’s like I’m addicted.Stop watching and look away. That’s what a gentleman, a better man would have done in my place, he would have looked away from her, she is not dressed for my appeal, she’s in running clothes. Alas, I am no better man.I think about what she said to me, how she said them, so easily. But only because she is a business woman and they don’t like to get the short end of the stick, if I have watched her countless times, to her, it’s only fair she watches me too. “My shift for your thoughts?”I look up at Thea, my shift mate for three days in

What was I thinking inviting her over?The first time she was at my apartment, I could excuse it, she forced her way in, I would never have invited her, I was completely free of blame… and this time I could have declined eating with her. “Your right to be silent only works with the cops Stephen, at some point you’d have to answer.” Thea hounds me again, even as I pointedly ignore her and walk around her, packing her last delivery for the night. Not an urgent delivery, yet I am eager to get back home and go back home, not because of her of course, I am exhausted, I need to rest. Liar.Ignoring the voice at the back of my mind, I turn to Thea, she raises a brow at me.“Call me by my middle name.”Her pierced brows rise even higher into her hairline.“Weird kink. Does this have anything to do with why you spent almost thirty minutes at a customer’s place?”I shake my head, lying without opening my mouth, she doesn’t believe me, but she doesn’t suspect that the woman she has been gri