Okay, so I know that it’s 3 in the morning but I haven’t been able to sleep, and it’s all because of that jerk that just moved in next door: Seth.
Did I tell you about him? Apparently, he’s some hotshot musician. Just because he’s famous, he thinks that it’s okay for him to have parties at all hours of the night. That’s not why I moved out here. I didn’t leave the city to be woken up by drunken parties at two in the morning.
A couple of days ago, he stopped by to apologize for one of his friends, who drove through my yard and ruined my rosebushes. You should have seen this guy: skinny jeans, tight white shirt, and a leather jacket — like he was god’s gift. His apologies were great and all, but that’s not going to fix my yard.
Of course, that’s not the only reason that he’s been keeping me up at night. I mean, it’s not just because of his raucous parties. I’ll admit, he’s a pretty attractive guy: twenty-something, brown hair, chiseled physique, blue eyes, and a coy smile that can knock any man to his knees. Okay, I’ll admit it. I didn’t wake up tonight because he was having another party. I woke up because I had another dream about him.
When I went to bed last night, I dreamt that as I came out of the shower, I heard him at the door. I shuffled down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a freshly laundered shirt. His handsome face was the last thing that I expected on the other side of that door. “I was hoping to borrow a cup of sugar, sugar,” he said, twirling a plastic measuring cup around his finger.
He just gave me that coy grin as he looked me up and down, then told me, “Okay, that’s a lie. I just needed an excuse to come over.” He walked right past me and into the foyer. I shut the door and turned to face him. I can still smell him. It was like this fruity mix of citrus with his musk.
Without any segue, he just kissed me and said, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Then he pushed be up against my front door and started to unbutton my shirt. His fingers gently grazed against my chest as he searched for the next button, lightly tickling me and sending chills up my spine.
His eyes and that sexy tone in his voice just made me melt. We did things that I had never done before, things that I didn’t know I was interested in. He was so forceful as he bent me over the railing of my staircase. Hell, the thought of his naked body is making me hard right now.
It’s just silly, right? Being infatuated with my rock star neighbor? That doesn’t sound like me at all. Of course, I think that’s what makes it so exciting — because this isn’t me. This is from my latest contemporary book Seth Valentine, haha. I hope you enjoy it tap here to read it
This might be just what I’m missing.