One Night With My Neighbor II

The sound came again. A soft click. Ethan stopped. So did I. For one second, neither of us moved. Then his head lifted. “What was that?” I stared toward the bedroom door.

Another sound followed. This time the voices were familiar. Mum’s soft laugh, dad’s low reply. Keys dropping into the bowl by the door.

“My parents.” I whispered.

He moved away immediately. “What do you mean, your parents?”

“They’re supposed to be gone. They said a week.”

Ethan was already reaching for his clothes. “How long does it take to get from here to the front door?” he asked.

“I don't know”

“Really?”

“I don't know!” My voice came out louder this time.

I grabbed the sheet and pulled it around myself as I jumped from the bed. We began to dress up immediately. My hands shook so badly I almost couldn’t get my skirt zipped. Ethan helped me with the button, fingers quick and sure, then tugged his own T-shirt over his head.

Mum called my name from downstairs. I rushed and slipped through the connecting door just before she came looking for me.

“Lily?”

“I'm here.”

She appeared in the hallway with Dad behind her. “The hotel had a problem,” she said. “We're staying home tonight and leaving again tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning?” I forced a smile. “Okay.”

Neither of them noticed anything. Not my messy hair, not even the way my face still felt warm. They were too tired from travelling to ask questions. Mum went straight upstairs. Dad checked into the balcony before heading upstairs too. And somehow, I survived the night. But I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Ethan.

I turned over. Then again and again. I checked my phone. 2:14 a.m. I groaned and buried my face in my pillow. This was ridiculous. One night. That was all it had been. So why couldn't I stop thinking about it?

The next morning was worse. Suddenly, waiting for them to leave felt impossible. Every minute dragged. Breakfast, mum looking for something she had misplaced, Dad making phone calls. I wanted to scream. Finally, late that morning, they were ready. “We'll be back soon.”  Then they left. The front door closed. 

I stood there for three minutes. Then I turned toward the connecting door.

Before I could take another step, there was a knock. I smiled. Ethan. I opened it. He stood there, looking like he'd been waiting too.

“So,” he said.

“So.”

“They are gone?”

“Yes.”

He just looked at me for a long second, then stepped inside, closed the door, and backed me against the wall. “Good.” He stepped more closer. My breath caught.

“I haven't stopped thinking about last night.”

“Neither had I”.

His mouth found mine. The kiss was hungry and deep. His hands slid under my top immediately, palms hot against my bare skin. He dragged the fabric up and over my head in one motion and tossed it aside. My bra followed a second later, he unhooked it with quick fingers and pulled it down my arms. 

Then his hands were on my breasts. He didn’t touch them gently. He cupped them hard, squeezing, thumbs rough over my nipples until they peaked tightly against his palms. He pushed them together, watched the way they filled his hands, then bent his head and took one into his mouth, sucking strongly while his other hand kept kneading the other breast without mercy.

I gasped and arched into him. The slight edge of pain mixed with heat and it went straight between my legs.

“Ethan…”

He didn’t stop. He switched to the other breast, biting down just enough to make me jump, then soothing the sting with his tongue. His hands stayed greedy the whole time, squeezing my nipples between his finger and thumb until I was squirming against the wall. “I thought about these all night,” he muttered against my skin. “How they felt in my hands. How they looked when you came.” He pushed my breasts together again and dragged his tongue right through the middle, slow and wet. Then he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth while his fingers twisted the other.

My knees went weak. I grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. He finally lifted his head. His mouth was wet. His eyes were dark. “Bedroom,” he said. I barely made it there before he was on me again. He laid me back on my own bed, yanked my shorts and underwear down in one pull, and spread my thighs. He really fucked me harder than he ever did the first time.

We lay there for a long time afterward, the morning light filtering through the curtains. Ethan's arms were around me, and I rested against him, listening to his breathing. Both of us were too tired to move. That morning was only the beginning.

Over the next few days, Ethan and I could barely keep our hands off each other. We spent our time tangled up in bed, giving in to whatever that had started between us ever since that night. Every time we thought we'd finally had enough, we'd end up wanting each other all over again.

Then one morning, I woke up alone. I saw the empty space beside me. For a few seconds, I didn't understand why.

“Ethan?”. I called.

There was no answer. I sat up quickly. His bedroom was quiet, too quiet. I grabbed my clothes and pulled them on, then stepped into the living room.

“Ethan?”