All Chapters of Lust next door : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“It shouldn’t. We agreed it wouldn’t.” she murmurs,I like the way her eyes flicker from my mouth to my face, it’s taking everything in me to keep my hands by my side, and not drag her to on top my legs. There’s no way to accurately describe this feeling.But there is no logic in the world i could possibly think of that would fight off how I feel about her right now. “So it’s a bad idea then.”She swallows, then nods.The two of us reluctant to look away from each other, and she breaks the eye contact first, I watch her take a gulp of air, blinking over and over, I assume she is trying like me, to remain calm. “Did you also come for the music?” I finally ask, unable to take my eyes off her. The more I try to look away, the more i find myself looking, she is intoxicating, I can’t get enough. Why was the best fruit always forbidden?“No. This happens to be Lara’s boss’s birthday, and I hope to meet him later, the fact that this is his birthday party is an excuse to dress fancy.”

We had fallen into a routine. Like normal friends, we hung out after work at my place, or hers, we had each other’s keys now. It is refreshing to have a friend, I never knew how nice it was to have someone so reliable on your side, who would agree with you on random weird thoughts and opinions like the earth is a simulation, and humans are being controlled by some unseen, supernatural force. Yet argue over which E is silent is the word ‘Envelope’.It has been fun, and I am looking forward to her coming back from work today, our plan for today is to make beef wellington from scratch, I have been looking forward to it since we bought the ingredients last night. It was her idea, even when I pointed out she’d be tired after work, and I could make it whilst waiting for her, she said she’d leave early. And her text saying she had successfully snuck out came a few minutes ago. So, when the door jiggled, I stood in anticipation, waiting for her by the door, my face almost splitting, ex

Since the night she made me paint, I have been working on a piece.The first night, she had been there, waiting as I worked. I couldn’t shake the feeling of someone being there, even when she read comics, my first strokes were sloppy at best. Then all of a sudden, everything changed.My fingers worked fluidly, dancing across the canvas, as if possessed by something. When dinner was ready, I had been splattered in different colors, and if she didn’t invite me to eat, I would have continued painting. For the first time in a while, I felt the rush again, the joy of bringing something to life like that.My chest felt full and tight, making me light on my feet the very next day. When she said she was sleeping over at Lara’s place, I felt my my stomach dip, churning in a way that left me confused, she hadn’t slept over at mine in a while, it was like being across, in her own apartment. Yet, it wasn’t.I stayed awake most of the night, unable to sleep, so I decide to paint. By the mo

I was supposed to be asleep in bed, catch up on last night’s lost sleep. However, I spend the entire day, rifling through my closet. A few clothes scattered on the bed, clothes barely hanging on hangers, all of them hoodies, random tank tops, and one or two T shirts.What do I wear to dinner anyway?Social norms are still biting for me, not as much anymore these days. Still. I dial Seraph’s phone number, my help hotline. He doesn’t answer, and I doubt we are close enough to call the second time so I let him be. With a groan, I scroll through my short list of contacts, there’s Freddie, my manager at The Cafe, Regina, and I can’t call her for very obvious reasons. Thea… do I call her? I imagine she wouldn’t let it go, she would ask questions I don’t have the answer to. Regina and I are going to dinner as friends.I shake my head, Thea wouldn’t be satisfied with this answer. William is my last option. I sigh.“You really need more friends.” muttering quietly to myself as I click on

Why did I lie?There was no reason to lie.But in the second when I slipped out of the room, our eyes met, large eyes wide and waiting, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else. After all, we were just friends.‘But friends don’t know the way you taste.’I shake my head, shaking off the lyrics of the song away from my head. This is what we agreed on, if anything, the crush I have is the problem. The power of self preservation, something I thought I lost a while ago, was the one thing strong enough to keep me away from the window. I had shed my clothes, and slept in the living room, well, laid awake for most of the night, I couldn’t stop seeing the image of them kissing in my mind. My stomach kept twisting over and over, my eyes prickling with emotions.And so I did the only only thing I knew how to relieve the stuffy feeling in my chest.I drew, the pencil felt foreign in between my fingers, yet familiar, and I drew, the first thing that came to mind. When I was done drawi