Page 123 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I smile.

See? Somethingiswrong with me.

I can’t help it though. I miss her. Want and will use any excuse to be around her. Even if it means she’s just coming over here to yell, at least I’ll get to see her again.

With slow steps, I make my way down the hall, letting her simmer out there before yanking it open.

She stumbles back but catches herself quickly. She pokes her chin out, pushing her tits up and meeting me head-on.

I smirk down at her, noting that this time she was at least smart enough to throw on a robe before traipsing over here.

“River. What brings you by?”

“Are we really going to have a repeat of this again? Last I checked, it didn’t end too well for you.”

Damn. I am never going to live that fire down, am I?

Never mind that.

I tip my head. “But it turned out well for you, didn’t it?”

She knows exactly what I’m referring to—all the nights I spent in her bed, all the nights I made her scream and helped her find relief.

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, so what? I just love still living next door to you, especially now that you can torture me in the same ways you did before.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” I lean down, too close because I can smell the flowery scent of bubble bath. “Torturing you?”

“Yes!” She throws her hands into the air, and I barely hold back my laugh.

She looks ridiculous right now. Hair haphazardly held together by a clip. Bright pink fuzzy robe wrapped around her. Bare feet and not a stitch of makeup on.

God, I want her.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing, Dean. That stunt in the elevator wasn’t cool.”

“Just like it wasn’t cool for you to practically tongue-fuck that fork at the diner yesterday. If you want to play silly games, I can play them too.”

With a growl, she shoves at my chest, pushing me into my apartment.

I chuckle darkly. “What? Giving in so soon?”

“No!”

She slams the door closed, chasing me farther inside.

“What are you doing, Dean? You’re driving me insane! We were supposed to go back to normal, not torture each other more.”

I work my jaw back and forth, the frustration bubbling up as she reminds me of the rules yet again.

“Right, the rules.” I snort. “Fuck the rules.”

She jams an angry finger my way. “You agreed to them, Dean. You said it too. When your apartment was done, we were done. That was that.”

“That was before I knew you were going to completely fucking own me!”

She stumbles back at my loud words.

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