The morning started out fine. I was following my daily routine to a T, like I had been doing for nearly 5 years, when loud banging interrupted my breakfast. At first I thought nothing of it and tried to ignore it. But after a good ten minutes of the disruptive noise continuing without cease, I stomped over to the door and swung it open wide only to reveal my very annoying neighbor.
“What can you possibly want?” I asked in a demeaning manner. He smiled at me and poked me in my stomach, much to my dislike. “Don’t play so hard to get baby.” He said with a slightly deeper voice than usually. To restrain myself from slamming the door in his face and possibly injuring him, I took a deep breath.
“You’ve come to my house…every single day since I’ve moved here and do nothing but annoy me. I’m going to ask you…one more time. What do you want?” I explained carefully. As he attempts to fathom a suitable answer to my question, I noticed the time on my watch read a quarter to 9. I was supposed to leave the house fifteen minutes ago.
“Well babe, you know how-Wait where are you going!?” he doesn’t have an opportunity to explain himself as I rushed in the kitchen to grab my bag and nearly run him over on my way to the car.
“You better pay me back for that!” he screamed over the loud engine of the car. I thank my car for being extraordinarily loud today and muffling over his words.. “Yeah sure whatever!” I replied as I zoomed out of the driveway and into the street.
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I stop by a small bakery on my way home from work. As I stroll in the store, I see the place nearly deserted. This surprises me many people seem to talk and recommend this place.
“What kind of…” the man behind the counter stopped. I look up from my purse to scold the man for being rude and not properly greeting me but before I can even get a word out, he does the most surprising thing ever.
He leans over the counter and smashes his lips against mine.
My first attempt to push him off is quite futile. The sugary taste of icing and cinnamon flood my senses as he successful run his tongue along my bottom lip. I accidentally let out a whimper. Accidentally. I quickly try to push him off of me a second time before he can shove his disgusting tongue down my throat and do not fail again.
“What the hell is wrong with you!? I’m going to report-“ I stop yelling to look at the accused man and nearly lose it. It was him.
That damn neighbor.
“You. Are. Sick. How do I know you don’t have some disease that’s contagious in that germ infested mouth of yours?” I ask bringing my hand to touch my violated lips. Granules of sugar lightly crusted my lower lip and I see him smirk.
“I’m guessing that’s the first kiss you’ve had in a while. That’s from this morning. But I must say your lips are as soft as I imagined,” he compliments. I at this point begin to feel the color rise in my cheek and I quickly clear my throat to divert his attention.
“Just get me a red velvet cupcake before I bash your head into this counter.” I threaten as I continue to avoid his gaze. “I like you feisty. Makes me wonder how you are in bed. Coming right up, sweetheart,” he said with a smile, adding a wink to his last word.
I quickly find a table to sit in and nearly miss the chair. Why am I so hot? Why am I even blushing? I lift my wrist up to check the time and find it’s shaking. I never shake. I for one odd reason for another turn to look to make sure he isn’t secretly drugging me and find myself attracted to his presence. He was concentrating on icing the cupcake, making every turn of his wrist look delicate and beautiful. I feel myself blush even harder when he looks up at me with a smile and I quickly turn back around.
“Don’t think about him…don’t think about him…” I continue repeating to myself in an attempt to occupy my mind of anything but him. This proves to be successful for only a few minutes until I feel his presence besides me and my heart starts pounding at a nearly undocumented speed.
This is bad.
Really bad.
I finally look up at him. And for the first time, I could actually focus on his face.
His fair sun kissed skin made his blue eyes stand out. I didn’t even know he had blue eyes and I lived next to him for nearly two years. His dirty blonde hair framed his face nicely and his smile….his smile captured you. Soon I get lost in discovering his features that had been there all along and he clears his throat to draw my attention.
“Uhm…here’s your cupcake.” He sets it on the table and I stare at it for a good minute or so. It is beyond beautiful. The moist cake of the cupcake only peeks out at the corner, where the soft buttercream icing intentionally missed. “Do you not like it? I can make another one if you like?” he asks adding concern in his voice.
I quickly shake my head and smile genuinely for the first time at him. “No it’s beautiful.” I say with warmth in my voice. I stare for a while longer then look up at him.
“I uhm…I’m sorry.” I say quietly. He leans over the table close enough for me to feel his warm breath tickling my cheek and whispers, “You know I’ve wanted to kiss you for a year now. And I kind of want to kiss you…again.”
And I do the craziest thing.
I kiss him.
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting him inside tomorrow morning.
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