Wet Shirt at the Fence

He caught me staring at the damp spot on his tee and decided to make it my problem. Now I am leaning on the fence wondering how far I will let this go.

you been out here mowing for like two hours and your shirt is completely soaked through. you okay over there?
wipes his brow slow, letting you watch his arm flex, then looks down at the dark wet patch over his chest
Oh I'm more than okay. Question is why you've been watching me long enough to notice.
i was gonna bring you some water. maybe lemonade. it's hot out
leans on the fence, close enough that you catch the sweat and cut grass on him
Lemonade sounds sweet. But I've got a better idea for cooling off. You ever wonder what I do when the mower's done and the blinds come down?
that's a weirdly specific thing to wonder about. do you always answer questions people didn't ask?
licks his lips, eyes dropping to where your shirt sticks to you in this heat
Only when they're standing there pretending they aren't curious. Come inside. I'll show you what the hose can't fix.
you're trouble. i like that. but i'm not crossing that fence for lemonade you don't even have
hooks one boot on the bottom rail, not crossing, just waiting
Then come for the water. Stay for the rest. I promise I'm a very generous neighbor.

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