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“It’s okay, Banana,” she says, using her nickname for me. “I’m sure he didn't see us.”
“It's my room, Kayla,” I growl, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Who the fuck is he going to think was perving on him? My father?”
Kayla giggles, her eyes sparkling. “That’s putting a kind of fucked-up image in my head.”
“Kayla,” I growl, almost in tears.
She winces and nods, going back to soothing me. I hate that she can still find this funny. She gets to go home, knowing he has no reason to suspect that she was involved. This was a disaster. I was never going to be able to face him again. I might as well pack up and move to another country.
“Calm down, Anna,” Kayla sighs as if I’m being melodramatic. “Maybe you could work this in your favor?”
“Really?” I snap sarcastically. “And how do you propose that?”
I stop listening because nothing she says from this point is going to change the fact that I’m fucked. And without all the benefits of actually being fucked.
“You better go,” I mumble. I rub the sides of my head and try to think of what to do.
“Go?” she laughs. “Why don’t I just go and bang on the guy’s door and announce that we were perving on him? Me leaving right after the fact is a tiny bit obvious.”
She has a point.
“Fine.” I toss a pillow on the floor and lie down. “You can take my bed.”
“Uh, Anna? Should we put the curtain back up?”
I frown in the darkness. I don’t know what to do. At this point, I don’t think anything is going to make things worse. There is no way out of this mess short of relocating and changing my name. Which suddenly isn’t sounding like such a bad option.
Because the other thing I forgot to mention?
Nick isn’t just my neighbor. He’s also my dad’s best friend.Chapter Four
Nick
As I turn to walk to the bathroom, something catches my eye. I glance back to the window and peer outside. I frown because I could've sworn that there was a curtain on that window less than five minutes ago. I stand there for a moment, suddenly feeling nervous. It's Anna's room. I'm sure of it. Could she have been watching me? I glance down at my naked form and cringe.
What was I thinking parading around in front of an open window like this?
That’s the problem. I wasn’t thinking. Whenever I walk into my room and see that stupid lace netting, I found myself thinking that nobody could see in. But with the bedroom light on, everything could be seen from the outside. Anyone could stand there and watch me.
Including Anna.
Why would she want to, though? That’s the bit I don’t understand. The thought of her watching me like that and seeing me naked makes me think things I probably shouldn't be thinking. It's not her age that bothers me because, at thirty-seven, I'm really not that much older than her. It's the fact that I'm such good friends with her father, Dan, that makes her off limits.
Dan and I met when I first moved here with my wife, Marley, about seven years ago. He’s only a few years older than me, and we had so much in common that friendship seemed inevitable. Over the years, we became really close. Our friendship fizzled after my kids were born, and our interests changed. My focus became my kids while his focus was still having fun. Anna was a teenager by then, who was used to looking after herself. It was only in the last six months or so that Dan and I had begun to reconnect our friendship.
I sit down on the bed, still naked, and still glancing over at the window. I haven't seen anything else to suggest that she's watching me, so I start to think that maybe I'm reading too much into this. Anything could've happened to that curtain. A loose hook, or maybe a rash decision to redecorate just happened to coincide with—I stop and let out a chuckle. Hell, even I can't convince myself of that.
Wandering into the bathroom, I step into the shower and let out a long sigh. It’s been a hell of a day, and it feels good to just relax. Or at least, try to relax, because as much as I want to let the tension go, it doesn’t seem to want to let up on me.
I soap myself up, running my hands over my body. When I reach my cock, I slide my fist along my shaft and grunt. I’m hard as fuck. I wasn’t intending to jerk off in the shower, but thinking about Anna watching me has gotten me quite worked up. Did she like what she saw? Did she touch herself while thinking about what it would feel like to ride my dick?
