Fighter

Twelve

Your POV

Scarlett wipes off the makeup that has smeared her face and towel-dries her hair. Then she comes out of the bathroom wearing sweatpants and a pink blouse and I catch a glimpse of her tiny waist as she pulls her damp hair back into a ponytail. She is the hot neighbor. The kind that makes a boy dream sweet dreams for years without meaning to. Wet and luscious dreams.

- What?- She tilts her head and looks herself up and down. My look makes her think something is out of place.

- Nothing.- I smiles discreetly. Jesus Christ this woman makes me horny wearing only sweatpants.

- You're looking at me like I'm wearing panties over my pants.- She teases.

Underwear. Scarlett's panties. Control yourself woman or she will kick you out with you wearing someone else's clothes.

- I like you without make-up.- and her nipples are swollen in that damn blouse. Don't stare, look up, focus on the face. I try to convince my eyes to cooperate with me. It doesn't work. Like magnets, they are drawn downwards.

She narrows her eyes, unsure if I'm teasing her or not, and shakes her head with a smile.

- I'll put your clothes in the dryer. Do you want to drink something?- She asks over her shoulder as she fills the dryer.

- Yes. Whatever your drinking.

She takes two bottles of water and offers me one, her face faltering as she speaks.

- I don't have much more than that. I hope you don't mind.

- It's great.- I try to assure it. I don't really care, but something has changed, her mood now seems sad and distant.

We sat on the sofa together. I'm glad he's small; even if she sits on the other end, it's still close and the feeling is good.

- Give me your feet.- I bend down and pull her legs up, and put them on my lap.- They are freezing.- I say as I take one.

- It's because someone threw me into a freezing fountain.- She teases and the smile returns to her face.

- How awful.- I smile and start massaging her feet.

- Wow. That is good.

- I'm good with my hands. - I comment quickly, hoping to demonstrate what I could do with the other parts of her body.

-Um....- She closes her eyes and lets out a little groan of satisfaction as I work the arch of her foot with my thumbs. I massage methodically up and down, enjoying watching her face slowly relax into my touch. Maybe I'm enjoying it a little too much, which forces me to wiggle slightly to disguise a bump growing in my pants before she can notice.

After ten minutes Scarlett opens her eyes which were now cloudy from the massage.

- Seriously, that was amazing. And I don't even like to have my feet touched.

- I'm not just any person. - I say trying to mask how much I was enjoying touching any part of her. I'm already accepting anything she offers me. Unfortunately I'm settling for one foot.

Scarlett rolls her eyes and tries to pull her foot away, but I grab it, stopping her.

- What are you doing?- She asks when I grab him tight.

- Keeping you comfortable.

Scarlett narrows her eyes at me suspiciously.

- With my feet in your lap?