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“Go for a walk with me.– Neighborhood Hottie”
The already quite pleasing occurrence of Tristan texting was somehow even better now that I’d changed his name in my phone – the wholeneighborhood hottiething was quite amusing to me.
What wasnotamusing was this text coming through at five-something in the morning, breaking into my tenuous hold on the fringes of a good night’s sleep.
“A walk? What are you even talking about?”I texted back, planting my face in the pillow after I’d dropped the phone back down on the bed. A moment later, it buzzed again, with a message that despite my annoyance, made me laugh.
“Yes, a walk. You know… that thing you do with your feet, to get around? – Neighborhood Hottie”
“Kiss my ass.”
“You’d enjoy that way too much. – Neighborhood Hottie.”
I groaned, and stuck my face right back into the pillow to scream, because… yes.
Yes I would.
I was so fuckingweak.
So…horny.
Like nothing I’d ever,everexperienced before.
That little bit of relief Tristan had given me at the coffeehouse that night had lasted all of maybe an hour before I was right back to thinking about how I could make him give me what I wanted.
And I could, definitely,make himgive me what I wanted.
If only these pesky ass feelings weren’t in the way.
“So… you coming or not? I’ll be at your door in five minutes. – Neighborhood Hottie”
Wait.
What?!
I sprung out of bed, racing to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Luckily, my silk scarf had stayed put last night, which made it easy to brush my hair into a simple ponytail.
I never did make it back to the phone in time to respond to that text – in exactly the five minutes he’d mentioned, the bell at the candle shop door rang, while I was still getting dressed.
Shit.
I jogged down the stairs in bike shorts and a sports bra, figuring I could at least make him look at what he was choosing not to have.
He didn’t disappoint.
The look on his face – thelustin his eyes – was quite gratifying when I opened the door to him holding two cups fromUrban Grind.
“Good morning,” he said, clearing his throat before forcing his gaze to remain at my face. “I brought you that tea thing that you like.”
“Thank you.” I accepted the cup, and gestured for him to step inside. “And good morning to you too. I just… I was asleep when you texted, so I need a few more minutes to finish up. If you wanna come upstairs. You can keep your pants on, I promise.”
Why the fuck did you saythat?
“Uh… yeah. I can come up there,” he replied. “Only since you promised.”
I’d already started up the stairs, but looked back, smirking when I realized his eyes were glued to my ass as he followed me up. “There’s plenty of things that don’t require your pants coming off, Tristan.”
“Could you not?” he groaned, and I laughed as I finished climbing the last few steps. I pushed my door open and went inside, searching out socks, shoes, and a tee shirt to complete my outfit for this…
