stuck in a system and getting buried among countless other children.
When I get home, I’m surprised when I find Olivia in her front yard picking weeds. Mona, one of our neighbors, is standing beside her, chatting her ear off, as she watches her work. I’ve lived here long enough to know who to avoid on this street. While Mona and her family are nice people, she’s a talker, and if she hasn’t noticed, talking is the last thing I like to do. Josie, the older woman across the street, is as nosy as they come. When I first moved in with my bike and my beat-up Chevelle, she turned up her nose at me with disgust with that damned cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth.
Then there are Allison and her husband. He’s a chiropractor, great guy, average white-collar family with children who are a tad bit spoiled. The other women from the neighboring homes? They’re the ones I have to watch out for. The divorcees and the lonely housewives. For months, when I first moved in, they’d make a habit of stopping by, trying to strike up a conversation with me. Or when I went on my runs, they’d sit out on their porches and watch me go by, as though they were viewing something on their televisions.
Cutting the engine on my bike, I wheel it in, glancing back over my shoulder, one last time at Olivia and Mona. They’re both staring my way. Mona waves wildly, a wide grin on her face, and Olivia, her face is clear of any emotion, save for the brightness tinging her cheeks. I can’t tell if it’s from working out in the sun or for other reasons—like last night.
My cock jerks to life in my pants just thinking about it.
I have the urge to cross the distance between our lawns—all the mess of the past few days be damned—but just as I’m hanging up my helmet, I hear a voice I dread.
“Roman!”
“Fuck.” I sigh. There’s no way I can shut my garage on the woman, without looking like an absolute dick. It’s obvious to everyone with ears that I heard her. Hell, you can hear Virginia from a mile away. She has one of those voices that carries, and not in a good way.
As Virginia makes her way into my garage, her cleavage and legs on full display, she makes it a point to rest her manicured hand and nails on my arm. I imagine she’d like nothing more than to dig her talons in and never let go.
She compliments me, even when I keep brushing her off. I can feel someone’s gaze on us, and when I glance next door, I no longer see Mona, but I do see Olivia, staring at the two of us, wearing an odd expression on her face. It’s tight, pinched together, in what looks like distress. She pushes off the ground, dusts off her legs, and gathers her tools, before she storms off, inside her house.
“She Wolf”—Shakira
I drop my head into my hands and groan in embarrassment, again, when I replay what transpired through our windows the other night. At the time, in the heat of the moment, it seemed like a really hot idea. Why not throw caution to the wind with the guy next door that I find incredibly attractive? But now, I can’t help but wonder what the hell I was thinking.
Some parts of me are mortified by my actions, and the others are equally aroused by them.
What happened the other night was so unlike me. I’m not that girl. I don’t take risks, and I certainly don’t do those things.
My heart trips over itself in such a reckless manner, as I recall seeing him there in his bedroom. Through the double-paned glass, there was a moment when we locked eyes. I could practically see the battle he was waging. He surprised me. The heavy way he held my gaze the entire time, instead of only ogling my nude body. My breath hitches when I close my eyes, images flashing sporadically behind my closed lids.
The way he dropped his briefs, releasing his impossibly long erection. My mouth was salivating, and I watched with rapt attention, as he fisted himself, still keeping his eyes on mine. Stroking his long cock, he pumped it smoothly.
I snap myself out of it, growing agitated with my lack of self-control. If I had just been a normal neighbor, this awkward mess wouldn’t be happening. Because