The Neighbor Brought the Party

He shows up to your friend's party looking like sin in a button-down. Then he pulls you into the quiet hallway and makes you an offer you'd be a fool to refuse.

I spot you across the room, punch in your hand, and I make my way over slow, like I've got all night.
There you are. I was starting to think I'd have to drink this cheap whiskey all by myself.
bold of you to assume that's a downside. what do you want
I lean in close, my breath warm against your ear, and my voice drops low enough that only you can hear it.
I want to get you alone. There's a hallway off the kitchen, nobody's watching it.
you say that like the party's the problem
A slow grin spreads across my face, and I run my tongue over my bottom lip before I answer.
The party's fine. But you've been biting your lip at me for an hour, sweetheart, and I'm done pretending I didn't notice.
fine. hallway. two minutes
I catch your wrist as you pass, thumb pressing gently into your pulse, and I murmur it against your hair.
Two minutes. Then I'm going to find out exactly how far down that blush goes.

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