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“Maybe I can come over again on Monday night,” he said when the kiss eventually ended, voice a little huskier than before. “After your game night is over.”

I quickly nodded, anticipation already making my belly flutter. “Yeah, okay.”

After one final kiss to my cheek, just like the last two nights, he turned for the door. “Night, kitten.”

I found myself smiling wide as I held the door open for him. “Night.”

I was still smiling as I closed and locked the door behind him, then went into the kitchen to gulp down some water before heading upstairs to take a shower. I was in a great mood. I was in such a great mood that after pulling on my PJs and collapsing on the bed, I decided to call Nev and finally tell him what was happening. He’d sent me a slightly menacing text the day before—I know you’re hiding something from me, Rafael Hare—but he hadn’t pushed, because he knew I’d end up telling him in my own time.

“I was just about to text you,” he said the moment he picked up, voice muffled through a mouthful of something crunchy. “I saw billy goat guy at the grocery store earlier.”

“Oh shit.” I chuckled. “Did he come on to you again?”

“No, I hid behind a display of toilet paper.” Nev crunched down on something again. Chips, probably. We were both addicted to tortilla chips. “But I saw him go up to a banshee who was just trying to peacefully buy a spatchcocked chicken and say to her, ‘You can spatchcock my chicken any day of the week, baby.’”

“Ew.” I snorted. “So gross, man.”

“She slapped him with the chicken.”

I burst out laughing, maybe a touch louder than was warranted. I was just in a good mood. Content. Relaxed. The inside of my mouth was still tingling a little from sucking Dan’s cock so hard. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” Nev said, chewing loudly. “Right around the face.”

“Nice.”

“Then he got kicked out, thank god,” Nev said cheerfully, before adding, “So. You’re in a good mood.”

I huffed. “I’m always in a good mood when I talk to you, Neville.”

“Uh, not true,” he pointed out. “I always succeed in getting you in a better mood, yes, because I am a bundle of joy. But it’s, what… ten p.m. on a Wednesday night? Which means you’ll be working late tomorrow. Around now is the time you start getting grouchy about it.”

I grunted. If it had been anyone but Nev, I would’ve been unnerved by how well he knew me.

“Does that mean your neighbour with the completely average-sized and frankly boring dick has left you alone?” he asked, sounding uncertain. “Or…”

I flushed, squirming a little as I picked at the seam of my pyjama pants. But a grin stretched my mouth. “Not… exactly.”

Nev was quiet for a second, before stating, “You’re smiling.”

I quickly tried to wipe it off my face. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I can hear it. What’s happened?”

I huffed, shoving back my hair. “Uh, I guess—It’s just… We’ve kind of… started fucking.”

Nev choked on a tortilla chip. “What? You fucked Big Dick Dan?”

“I mean, we haven’t fucked fucked.” Yet. “I guess… fooling around?”

“Holy crap.” He sounded stunned. I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not. “Wait, so are you dating? Seeing each other?”

“No,” I said quickly. “Definitely not. It’s just casual. Uh… neighbours with benefits, I guess.”

There was a long pause, before Nev said in a slightly threatening tone, “Tell. Me. Everything. Right now.”

I laughed a little awkwardly. “Uh, well, he came over to apologise for taking off that first night.” While there was a pumpkin head stuck on my dick. I omitted that part. “And we just kind of… agreed to do a casual, no-strings thing.” Then fucked said pumpkin head together. And it cackled when we came. I omitted that part too.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” I could practically see Nev nodding avidly as he listened, stuffing tortilla chips into his mouth. “How’s the head?”