Page 59 of Doctor Neighbor

Her fingers linger on my skin, and for a moment, the pain of the past feels a little more bearable, shared in the quiet intimacy of this moment.

I feel Cole's hand resting on my chest, her warmth seeping into my skin. My fingers trace lazy patterns on her back, savoring this moment of quiet intimacy. We've been talking for hours, peeling back layers, learning more about each other than we ever did before.

Her breathing becomes slower, becoming deep and rhythmic. I'm certain she's fallen asleep, but I don't mind. There's something profoundly comforting about her presence, about holding her close like this.

In the room’s stillness, I reflect on how different this feels from our previous encounters. It's not just physical attraction any more. A deep connection here is both exhilarating and a little terrifying.

I wonder if she feels it, too. This realness, this sense that we're on the cusp of something more significant than either of us anticipated. It certainly feels different than before, but...

Well, I catch myself before I can finish that thought. I've been burned before, realizing I acted too quickly without considering the consequences.

But this, with Cole, it feels right in a way I can't quite explain.

I listen to her soft breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine. There's a vulnerability in this moment that I haven't experienced in a long time. Perhaps for the first time in years, I find myself hoping that this could be the start of something real, something lasting.

But doubt creeps in, as it always does. Is she in the same place? Does she want more than just this physical connection? I push the questions aside, not wanting to disrupt the peace of this moment.

For now, I'm content to lie here, holding her close, letting the quiet of the night envelop us. Whatever tomorrow brings, right now, this feels right.

Monday, August 19

4:29 am

I'm jolted from a deep sleep by a warm, tingling sensation on my chest. My eyes flutter open, struggling to focus in the dim light of Cole's bedroom. As consciousness slowly returns, I realize it's Cole's lips trailing soft kisses down my torso.

I'm unsure what time it is, but the room is still dark, and my body feels heavy with sleep. I must have been out cold. Despite my grogginess, a smile takes over my lips at the pleasant way I'm being awakened.

"Mmm," I mumble, my voice thick with sleep. "Good morning to you, too."

Cole pauses her ministrations, lifting her head to meet my gaze. Her eyes sparkle with mischief in the low light. "Morning, sleepyhead," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin.

I reach out, running my fingers through her tousled hair. The fog of sleep is quickly dissipating, replaced by a growing awareness of Cole's body pressed against mine. My pulse quickens as she resumes her path of kisses, working her way lower.

"What time is it?" I manage to ask, though I'm finding it increasingly difficult to care about the answer.

Cole doesn't respond immediately, too focused on her task. When she does speak, her voice is low and playful. "Early enough. Don't worry about it."

I chuckle softly, any remaining drowsiness evaporating under her touch. My hand slides down to her shoulder, savoring the feel of her smooth skin. "I'm not complaining," I murmur, "just surprised."

She looks up at me again, a sly grin on her face. "Good surprised, I hope?"

"Definitely good," I affirm, my breath catching as she continues her exploration.

My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I see Cole's silhouette above me, her hair cascading over her shoulders, brushing against my skin. Her lips curve into a mischievous smile, and I can't help but return it, my body already responding to her silent invitation.

"Good morning," I rasp, my hands finding their way to her hair, tangling in the dark strands.

"Shh," she hushes me, her fingers pressing lightly against my lips. "We have to be quiet."

I nod, understanding the unspoken rule of our early morning trysts—don't wake Maddie. Cole's hand trails down my chest, her touch light but undoubtedly igniting a fire within me. I'm acutely aware of every point of contact between us, the warmth of her body seeping into mine.

She straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips, and I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear. My hands instinctively move to her waist, gripping her firmly as she starts to move, her rhythm slow and deliberate.

I'm rock hard, aching for her, but I force myself to match her languid pace, to savor the build-up of this stolen moment.

Cole leans forward, her hands planted on either side of my head, and I meet her in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues dance in a silent symphony, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

She sits up, lifting her hips slightly before sinking down onto me, taking me inside her with exquisite slowness. We both gasp at the sensation, its intensity threatening to unravel us both.

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