- Genre: Romance
- Age: 18+
- Status: Completed
- Language: English
- Author: Essie Neh
Fucking finally. It had taken me about thirty tries, ten sore fingers, and over an hour, but I had finally managed to screw my bed into place.
I stepped away from my handiwork and assessed it proudly. Even though a part of me regretted not calling the movers as my mother had proposed, I was happy to have done it on my own.
I had finally moved away from my hometown, and I was happy about that. I was far away from my mother and far away from the stupid small town and its issues.
I’m probably making it sound like my life was a nightmare before. It wasn’t. But after a while (twenty-one years), the routine gets so fucking monotonous.
I went to the living room and dragged my heavy mattress to the bedroom. The bed was the last thing I had done, and I was happy I was finally done, and for the first time in three nights, I was going to sleep on a real bed.
I decided to curl into my bed with a good book and went straight to the shower. Sweat was not a good deodorant. And I was fucking drenched in it.
After taking a shower and changing into a short silk nightie, I climbed on the bed, ready to take on the world one book at a time.
But as soon as I got comfortable, I heard pounding noises. I stopped reading for a moment, hoping whoever was doing what was going to stop and I was going to be at peace.
I waited for about ten minutes, and the sounds continued, intensified even. Maybe the neighbor was doing some work in their home. I decided to investigate.
Forgetting all I had on was a short nightie and panties underneath, I passed barefoot to the neighbor’s door and knocked, then waited patiently for them to come and open.
On my third knock, the door was opened brusquely, and a shirtless and sweaty man was standing there.
He was tall. I had to crane my neck up to see him, and that was saying something because I was tall as well. His hair was tousled, and his skin was glistening with sweat.
I swallowed to wet my incredibly dry throat. I realized I had been silent until he raised a brow at me, making me blush.
“I… sorry to interrupt, uh, whatever you’re doing, but I was trying to, erm, read. So, please keep it down,” I said, and when he raised his brow higher than I had imagined possible, I rushed to add, “I know DIYs take a lot of time and make a lot of noise. But please just keep it down.”
His brow came back down, and the corner of his lip lifted a little. I frowned. Why was he smiling?
“That’s what you think I was doing?” He asked with a small chuckle.
I frowned even harder. What the hell? “That wasn’t what you were doing?” I asked in confusion.
As he was about to answer the question, a really pretty and fucking sexy woman draped herself behind him. She was scantily dressed, and even to a clueless person like me, it was obvious what had happened.
“She wants to join us?” the woman asked, and my cheeks were so hot I thought they were going to fall off.
I widened my eyes, stuttered out an apology, and ran to my apartment. I put my hand on my chest and slapped myself a little.
I was such a fucking fool. How could I ask him if he was going DIY? Fucking DIYs. I couldn’t think of anything better? Lord, was I a fool?
I carried my book and a blanket to the living room and sat on the couch. Now that I knew what the noises were, it would be even more awkward to stay in the room. Bye-bye comfort.
A few hours later, I was woken up by knocks on the door. I woke up groggily and walked to the door, trailing my blanket along with me. I was too cold to leave it.
I opened the door and was surprised to see the hunky next-door neighbor. He was dressed this time around, and a small part of me regretted it. His body was too yummy not to be exposed.
“Hi,” I squeaked. Magically, the sleepy feeling in me suddenly disappeared.
“Uh, hello,” the man said with a chuckle. I was sure I was a big joke to him. After the incident earlier, it was no surprise.
“I’m sorry for before-” I started, but he interrupted me.
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for. I apologize for inconveniencing you,” he said with an easy smile, and I blushed. Why was I acting as if I had never seen an attractive man before in my life, goddammit?
“I- uh, yes. It’s alright,” I said, stuttering like an idiot.
“I didn’t know you had moved it. I usually do my... activities in a more discreet way,” he continued, and I held in the urge to groan. Could he please stop? This was way too awkward.
“I’m Harry, by the way,” he said, stretching his hand out. I looked at it dubiously. Who knew what he had done with that?
I sent my hand and shook his hesitantly. Could I contact herpes through hand contact? You never know.
“I’m Iris,” I responded awkwardly. I was a mess.
“Welcome, I guess,” he said, looking at me fixedly. I dropped my gaze for a second, then looked back up, and he was smiling. This man.
“Thanks,” I said, then added, “I guess.”
Harry smiled, then said, “I think I’ll like you more than I did the previous neighbor. He was a boring one. And definitely not as pretty as you.”
He turned around and went to his apartment, but not without shooting me a sly wink.
As soon as he was out of sight, I locked the door and made a quick sign of the cross. God help me.