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“Usually.”
“Hmm, does that mean you’re no longer glad we’re socially distanced?”
“Not as much, no. Then again, if we weren’t, I would have punched you back in the day.”
“I didn’t think you really meant that.” Her eyes narrow slightly.
“I did. Or at least, at the time I did.”
“Would you really have hit me?” She continues to look at me quizzically.
“Maybe. I don’t know.” I sigh, finish my smoke, and look back at her. “Probably not. I like to think I have a little more self-control than that.”
“Well, I don’t think I do.”
“What do you mean?”
“You made me really…horny.”
I laugh.
“I’m not joking! Why do you think I walked out here wearing this? It’s not that warm out today.” Kendra snickers.
“I didn’t think you were. It’s just…” I’m distracted by her long, bare legs. I can’t tell from here, but I think she might have shaved them. Is that why she ran out of water? “Well, I think you’ve been making me horny just by existing for quite some time now.”
“Good.” Kendra gives me a self-satisfied grin.
“Just what you wanted to hear, huh?”
“Pretty much.” She licks her lips as she eyes me up and down. “I want to see you.”
“See me?”
“Yeah.” She tilts her head slightly. “I want to watch you this time.”
“You mean…while I…?”
“Yep.”
I glance at her, then away again. I can feel my neck and ears heating up, and it has nothing to do with the morning sun. Though we’ve been playing around from behind the cement wall for a week now, the idea of letting her watch me do something like that is…well, I don’t know what it is. Weird. Embarrassing. Unnerving. Maybe a little enticing.
“What’s going on in your head?” Kendra asks softly.
“I have no fucking idea.”
She laughs.
I take a long breath and look at her, wishing for the hundredth time that I could just touch her, but I can’t. Unless I’d been training for one of those ultimate warrior competitions or something, there is no way to get over to her balcony.
“You don’t have to,” she says lightly. “It was just a thought.”
“I think I just need a minute to take it all in.”
“Right now, your ears are the same color as a ripe strawberry,” Kendra says.
I raise an eyebrow at her and then shake my head slowly. I can still feel the heat in my ears.
“I want to lick them.” To further make the point, she wets her lips. She starts at the corner of her mouth, licks over her top lip, then slowly over the bottom one as a groan escapes from the back of my throat.
