THE NEIGHBOUR(Part II)
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Her laugh vibrated through me, low and daring, and before I could second-guess myself, I slid the jar of sugar onto the counter and caught her wrist.
Her pulse beat fast under my fingers.
So did mine.
“You came here for more than sugar,” I said, my voice stuttering a bit more than I meant it to be.
She didn’t deny it.
Instead, she tilted her chin up, closing the sliver of space between us until I could taste the sweetness of her breath. I kissed her like I’d been waiting all along slow at first, testing, then deeper, hungrier, as she pressed into me with a quiet moan that sent heat darting down my spine.
Her shirt bunched under my hands, soft fabric giving way to warm skin. She gasped when my thumb brushed the curve of her waist, but she didn’t pull back. She only leaned harder, pushing me against the counter like she couldn’t stand distance anymore.
“God, I knew you’d kiss like this,” she whispered against my mouth, biting my lip just enough to make me shiver.
I grinned, breathless. “And how’s that?”
“Like you want to ruin me.”
Her words flipped a switch in me. I lifted her, set her on the counter, and let her legs wrap around me. She tugged me closer by the collar, nails dragging down my back, every scrape of them setting me on fire.
The world shrank to just her her heat, her taste, her sighs filling the kitchen like a song I never wanted to stop hearing.
When her hands slid under my shirt, cool fingertips roaming where no one else had touched, her palm cupping one of my boobs, I broke the kiss only to bury my face against her neck. She smelled like coconut and something wilder, something that felt dangerous and safe all at once.
She arched against me, whispering my name like a secret she’d never meant to tell.
And in that moment, I knew:
there was no going back to being just neighbors.
