Dirty Honey{Rewrite}

Forbidden Touch. Part one{Rewrite}

I sat at my desk working, sometimes glancing out the window. It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and for the first time, the neighbourhood was quiet.

My desk was cluttered with papers, books, and my laptop. I had been working on my novel for hours, and the boredom was starting to get to me. I lived in a loud neighbourhood. My family had moved here a few years ago, my mom worked long hours as a nurse, and my dad was an accountant so I was usually left to manage on my own.

I was a student with a passion for writing, trying to balance my studies and personal interests. The house was often too quiet, but it was too loud outside so I found solace in my small routines. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, I looked out the window again and saw him. He was working in his outdoor studio.

Tall, with a lean build and an easy confidence, he seemed to effortlessly fit in with people. Rumour had it he was a musician, and his casual demeanour only added to my attraction. He had a charisma that was hard to ignore, and today was no exception. I couldn't take my eyes off him, he moved around his outdoor studio and as he worked, he blasted some lo-fi music from his speaker.

Suddenly, he looked up, and our eyes met. I quickly looked away, pretending to be deep in my book. My heart raced, and I forced myself not to look up again, but after a few minutes of reading the same page over and over, I couldn't resist. I glanced up, only to find that he was gone. Disappointed, I decided to get up and do something to distract myself.

I wandered around the house, trying to shake off the feeling of restlessness. I decided to put on some music to lift my spirits. Billie Eilish's "Hostage" was my go-to song when I needed to clear my mind. I moved around the house, slowly losing myself in a daydream. The music flowed through me, and I imagined myself with a partner, dancing. In my daydream, the partner was him. A loud knock on the door jolted me out of my dream.

I moved to the door, my heart skipping a beat when I saw him standing there with his friend. I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. I've always been cautious with new people, but it was worse with him. He was normally polite and respectful, always greeting me with a friendly smile whenever he saw me.

"Hi?" I asked, surprised to see him. "Um, the other neighbour wanted me to tell you that your music is loud," he said awkwardly, holding up a note from Karen, the neighbourhood's unofficial enforcer of peace and quiet.

"Karen?" I asked, rolling my eyes when he nodded.

"Fine," I sighed, but he gently grabbed my wrist. "Also, your mom asked me to check your TV because of the audio?" he said directly to me, almost as if seeking confirmation. I groaned internally but nodded, inviting him in. He dapped his friend up and his friend walked off but stopped to smile at me.

While he checked the TV, I went upstairs, trying to calm my racing thoughts. He had always been someone I admired from afar, and now he was in my house. My mom had mentioned someone in passing, saying he was kind and helpful, so she asked him to help us but I didn't think she meant him.

After a while, I heard the door open and close, assuming he had left. I resumed singing softly to Shiloh Dynasty's "Soft Skin (Original Mix)" in my room, letting the music soothe my nerves. Suddenly, I heard his voice close to me, I was startled and my one foot slipped forward.

I felt his one arm wrap around me from behind, making me gasp as he secured it around my waist. He turned me around, looking into my eyes with a look that made my knees weak.

"Sorry, I was calling and you didn't hear me" he mumbled, his arms still around my waist. He saw me try to look back and slowly released my waist.

"What?" I mumbled, and he let out a chuckle.

"I love the music you listen to" he said.

"Thanks" I replied, blushing slightly.

"Can you hear the music I play from my studio? I sometimes think it's too loud and Karen said the same thing," he said as he pulled out his own note from Karen.

I shook my head but I knew the truth, snickering. "No, I can't hear it."

"Good to know," he said with a smile. "I'm heading out to smoke and drink a bit with my friends."

"Lucky," I mumbled under my breath, thinking he didn't hear me.

He stopped and turned around. "I didn't know you were into that," he said with a playful smile. I laughed nervously. "Not really with people, just...alone."

"You can come with me if you want," he offered.

I quickly shook my head. "I prefer being alone."

"What about me?" he asked, looking at me with a smirk. "I'm here, and you're not alone now."

"It's different because you came into the house" I explained, trying to hide my nervousness. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Would it be cool if a few of my friends came over to chill? Just two of them, one guy and a girl."

I hesitated, feeling skeptical. "I don't know..."

"It's fine if you're not cool with it," he said quickly.

I sighed. "It's fine if it's just two people, they can come."

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Thanks. You won't regret it, they're chilled people" He suddenly hugged me, and I froze.

He was a bit taller than me, and I noticed he had both his arms around me."Why are you so stiff? Aren't you used to people?" he asked, his voice gentle but husky in my ear.

I nodded, feeling awkward. "Yeah, I'm not really used to it."

"The least you could do is hug back to break that barrier," he said with a smile.

I hesitantly put my arms around his torso and pulled myself closer to him. He moved up slightly and pulled me in tighter.

"You should hug more, it's good for you," he whispered.

"Okay" I said softly.

He chuckled, repeating my response. "Okay, let me call my friends" he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice ran through me and I nodded as I let go and we walked to the living room. It felt like his eyes were on me or that's what a part of me wanted but was that so bad?