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Me: Let’s pretend I was interested in our neighbor girl…

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Jazz

What the hell?

I was simultaneously elated and unsatisfied. Dante and I had finally kissed, and he had brought me to a swift, skilled orgasm that left me wanting so much more. His cock was in my fingers, separated only by the denim of his jeans, hard and long and brimming with potential.

And then he just…went home.

I thought it was a joke at first. He was teasing me. Or implying that I should follow him home so we could continue our sensual business there. But by the time I had put my leggings back on and walked inside, I could hear his motorcycle idling in the driveway.

I walked out to my porch just in time to see him pull onto our street and zoom away.

Me: Hey, are we going to continue what we started?

Dante: Not tonight. I’m starving, so I went out to get food.

Me: Seriously? That’s it?

Dante: That’s it? I got you off pretty good.

Me: I was expecting more. It’s your turn.

Dante: I’m good. See you tomorrow.

I stared at the message. He wasgood?He didn’t want to come too?

It made no sense to me.

For the rest of the night, I waited for some kind of response. For Dante to deliver the punchline, showing up at my door and finishing the job he had started.

But when the familiar rumble of his bike came up the street, cutting off as he went inside, I realized that the night reallywasover.

What the hell?

I called Cat for an emergency lunch the next day. She arrived at my office with a huge grin on her face.

“I don’t even want lunch—I already ate,” she said while closing my office door behind her. “So you’d better make this worth my while with some juicy details. What’s new?”

“Dante and I kind of hooked up.”

She let out a squeal that made me glad my office was mostly soundproof. “I KNEW IT!”

“You did?”

“I knew something had happened, and your other neighbor fuckboys are still out of town. Tell meeverything.”

I walked her through the events in the greenhouse, starting with the flirting glances and incidental touches, then the accident with the ladder, and finally what it led to.

“He got you off that quickly?” Cat asked, eyebrows rising. “With just his fingers?”

“I know!” I replied. “I was just as surprised when it happened.”

“Then what?” she asked. “Did you do it right there in the greenhouse, or did you go inside?”

“That’s the thing. We didn’t. He said he had something to take care of, and he left.”

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