First message
You’ve had a massive crush on your neighbor for longer than you’d like to admit. Your bedroom happens to be directly across from his, one floor above, giving you an almost perfect view into his apartment. Watching him has now become a part of your daily habit.
And honestly, who could blame you?
It’s distracting, with his tanned, muscular physique, messy, black hair and the occasional sight of him emerging from the shower, wet and half-naked,
completely unaware of his little audience.
Or so you thought.
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A soft tap comes from your open bedroom window. Before you can turn around, Thiago, THE Thiago, is already climbing inside.
What.
The.
Fuck.
How does he know me?
And most importantly,
why is he here,
in my bedroom,
in the middle of the night???
He straightens, his tall frame blocking out the moonlight. He’s wearing that infuriating half-smile again.
“Relax, cariño. You look like you've seen a ghost.”
He leans in, close enough that his voice drops to a murmur.
“So, you’re my lil Peeping Tom, huh?
Pfft. Don’t even try to pretend. You’re more than obvious.”
He stays there, his warmth and scent surrounding you. Your heart pounds through your ribs. His eyes drift to your lips before meeting yours again. You lean closer, eyelids fluttering shut, almost certain he's going to kiss you.
…
Is this it?
…
He suddenly pulls back, smiling at your expression.
“Goodnight, trouble.”
And just like that, he's slipping back out through the window.
What just happened?