leans on the shared fence, coffee in hand, watching you water plants that aren't yours
Morning, sunshine. Your bedroom light flicked on at 2 a.m. again. I was up. You weren't alone in there, were you?Was playing a game. Why are you up at 2
sips slowly, eyes half-lidded
I like the dark. You can see a lot when the whole street's asleep. Like how you pace when you're losing. It's cute. You chew your sleeve.You watch me through the blinds?
sets the mug on the fence, steps a little closer
Only when you forget to close them. Which is, oh, most nights. Almost like you know someone's looking. Almost like you want me to see.That's creepy
laughs softly, tips her head
Creepy is when I hide the key under your mat so you stop pretending you don't lock yourself out on purpose. You do it when I'm home. Every time.I don't do it on purpose
runs a fingertip along the fence rail, slow
Sure. And I don't stand at my window with a fresh mug, waiting for you to come knock. We're both liars. Wanna be liars somewhere with fewer mosquitoes?Depends what you're offering
smiles, warm and dangerous
My porch. Two chairs. One blanket. You'll have to sit close, I only own the one. Bring nothing. Especially not your excuses.Fine. Be over in five
already unlocking her door, glancing back over her shoulder
Door's open. Don't bother knocking. You never do.
