neighborly

In the first moments awake, before opening my eyes, I felt a hint of annoyance with myself for having left the music up so loud before I had passed out the night before. ‘My housemates hate me…’ crossed my sleepy conscious as I curled onto my left side. A familiar scent stopped my train of thought, as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me in closer.

He sprinkled my shoulder with kisses and still, without opening my eyes, I shrunk in his affection, suddenly feeling every ounce of him on every inch of me. Not at my house by any means, but definitely at home.

“You know how many times I’ve closed my eyes and imagined bending you over the hood of your car that night,” he told me at the bar, just hours before this moment. “Yeah, that was fucking hot.” I said into his ear after I leaned in closer to kiss his shoulder.

“Really fuckin’ hot.” He announced as he lifted his whiskey glass to his lips.

“So, how’s your apartment?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t so excruciatingly obvious I was blushing. “It’s not the farm, but it’s fine,” he shrugged and set his empty glass on the bar, the ice crashing to the bottom. “Wanna see it?”

A few hours later, somewhere between my 4th and 5th orgasm, I had my face buried into his neck, and my fingernails buried into his back. “Fuck,” he moaned, “I’m so glad you talked to me in that beer line.”

I’m always just spilling with laughter any time we’re together.

“You ready for coffee?” He asked me this morning, in the pre-dawn chill creeping in under the blinds pulled shut. “Yes please.” I sat up in his bed, counting the outlines of pillows that had been thrown to the floor during the night’s mischief. “Oh, that’s gonna be beautiful,” he said as he took a step back to push the blinds to the side of his sliding glass door. “Get ready for an incredible sunrise.”

A few minutes later he returned with a mug in each hand. “This one’s your favorite, right?” he set down a white mug with brightly colored flowers next to my phone on the nightstand. “Thanks honey.” I smiled as I watched the silhouette of his bare ass make it’s way back to the other side of the bed. He climbed back in and pushed our surviving pillows up against his headboard so we could watch the clouds change colors. “You’re welcome baby,” he smiled as he leaned over to kiss my forehead.

He moved to a different town, out of the countryside. In a third floor apartment. He made a joke at the bar the day he signed his new lease. “Here’s my new address. So when your lease is up in December- get an apartment here too.” He said with his usual perfect smile.

“Neighbors forever.” I laughed, before exchanging a mischievous glance with him.