All Chapters of Lust next door : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She didn’t show up the entire day yesterday. I mean she got her coffee in the morning, winked at me even as she left, like she knew the effect her audio had on me, and what had transpired after I played it. I touched myself, and it was the hardest I had ever come, and she must have known it would be on some level, because she whispered, “Come for me, Hosea.” and as per instructions, I came violently.I waited for her when I knew she was supposed to be done at the office, hovering around my bedroom window, she never showed up. I proceeded to hide my recent paintings and drawings in the storage room with the rest of them, in case she was going to come over for dinner. She never showed up. No text either. Our friendship, or whatever it was just began, so why did I feel so lonely? The apartment felt darker, the air heavier, I begged myself to get a grip, she was interested in having sex with me, that was it, I would leave Redhill in three months and she will be nothing but a distant me

Her confession is so unexpected I turn to her in shock, but she is shielding her eyes, using her fingers as a make shift shade, looking around us as the water swishes around us like it was begging for attention. “Are you going to teach me to swim or not?” she laughs, like she didn’t drop a bombshell on me. Maybe normal people did that with their friends, I wouldn’t know anything about that so I try the best I can, and putting it out of my mind, I focus on teaching her instead, starting with the basics, at last the basics I know. “Oh damn!!” she cusses as she struggles with the water,“You have to relax, fighting the water like that isn’t swimming.” I tell her, trying to hold her flailing arms so she doesn’t drown in the shallow water. She rubs her face with her wet arm, swiping the water off her face, I can’t help but find it cute and funny all at once. Then she winces, “Ou, ou, ou, it stings.”I hold her hands away from her face, her eyes are scrunched shut, her face moving to ru

I want to be anywhere but here.It was a bad idea stepping out of the house, I knew it was, and we had to run into Kenny of all people, the most obnoxious person I know. My head feels light, everything feels too much and all at once. “Kenny was it?” Regina says to him, reminding me of her presence. We had been having such a perfect day too, but of course, that too was ruined, not because my sister put a curse on me, but because nothing ever works for me. “Yeah, Kenny Benson, you are?” he says with a smug smile, the same smile he used years ago on my sister, the same one she reacted so violently to, like his smile was physically repulsive. Shockingly, Regina gave an identical reaction. Kenny’s smile drops.“Regian Vega. You knew Elora, so you must have known the Moore siblings for a long time.”Kenny’s smug smile returns, his tongue running over his teeth, now I feel replused. And the need to leave this conversation and this place as fast as I can. “Since high school, Elora since ou

“Right now they should eat.” I whisper.She rolls her eyes and finally takes a bite of her food, I watch her eyes widen, she looks down at the plate and then back up at me, repeats the process whilst pointing at her food. “This is insane, absolutely incredible. Fuck, you are such a good cook! I would kiss you if you weren’t such a prude.” “I am not a prude.” I tell her right before taking a bite, following her lead, and it is good, better than I expected. It’s been a while since I made this, and I wasn’t sure about it, yet I wanted to make it for her. “Right, and my name is not Regina.” she says with another eye roll, taking even more bites of food. I like cooking for her, watching her hum and nod every time she ate like I did more than cook, like I was something special. “If your name wasn’t Regina, what would you choose?”She raises a brow, struggling with her hair, and I get up from my seat, finding one of the many elastic bands I bought to hold my paint brushes, standing behin

I woke up with the strangest feeling this morning. There’s a buzzing feeling in my chest and in the air. I turn to face the window where she is supposed to be asleep. Last night, it took a lot of effort to make sure she went back to her apartment. We both knew our pact to take it slow would be out the window if she stayed. We kissed at the door before I took her back, kissed at hers, I made a point to stand outside the door, kissing her again and again, our hands pawing at our clothes. We have nothing special planned for today, but she had closed the door in my face with a huge smile on hers, and told me in a cheeky voice, “Kiss you tomorrow!”I smiled the way back, inside my pants tight with a hard on that didn’t seem to understand the words taking it slow, neither does my head, inside my head she never left, we did a lot more than kissing. Today, I can’t help but walk to my window, hoping to see her, and then I do, behind her curtain she waves at me, my chest does the weirdest t