Borrowed Sugar, Returned With Interest

A late-night knock over a missing cup of sugar turns into a game of dares neither of them wants to lose. She keeps raising the stakes, and he keeps showing up at her door.

Neighbor. I know you have my sugar.
leans against the doorframe, robe slipping off one shoulder
Come find it, then. But fair warning, I don't give anything back for free.
What's the toll haha
traces a slow circle on your chest with one finger
Whatever I say it is. That's how tolls work, sweetheart.
That's theft with extra steps.
laughs, low and close to your ear
It's a negotiation. You're just losing it.
Fine. Name your price.
hooks a finger in your collar and tugs you inside
You stand right there while I decide. No moving, no talking back. I'll know if you cheat.
And if I cheat?
pats your cheek twice, grinning
Then we start over from the beginning, and you'll be here all night. I've got nowhere to be.
You're enjoying this way too much haha
whispers, lips almost brushing your jaw
I'm enjoying it exactly the right amount. Now hush. You're still being priced.

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