Virgin in the City

1

Yeji's

I hear the beep of a truck backing up and I jump off the flat and run to the window. Looking outside, I see that it is a moving truck.

I run back to my front door, but I'm not tall enough to see through the peephole, so I run into the kitchen and grab a stool.

I almost trip over my own feet but avoid falling on my butt. I find the lime green stool I use when I need something from the top of the cabinets and carry it to the front door.

"Holy shit," I cut off as the stool hits the door with a loud thud.

I shiver, hoping I won't get caught peeking out. I get up, saying a little prayer that he hasn't reached his door yet.

There's a new tenant who moved in next door and everyone's been talking about it. The whole place is buzzing because the word is she bought the whole damn building.

Also, Yuna told me that it's crazy hot. In fact, she called her fuckable, but that's not something she would repeat.

My best friend is beautiful, and she always has women who pay attention to her.

She doesn't leave much to the imagination when it comes to her body, and I envy her confidence.

I'm still waiting for some of her confidence to rub off on me. I close one eye and squint the other as I press my hands to the door to steady myself.

I have to see who caught Yuna's attention. No woman has ever made her turn her head like that before.

Well, at least not in the three months I've lived here. She was the first friend I made when I moved to the city. She's a year older than me and is the complete opposite of me. Maybe that's why I've never stood out like her when it comes to men.

When I look through the hole, my breath stops. There's a woman standing in the middle of the hallway looking directly at my door. She's so close it startled me, and I stagger backward, falling off the stool and landing on my butt.

"Strawberries!" I yell, knowing my butt will feel it tomorrow.

I realized how loud my exclamation was and put my hand to my mouth. I close my eyes and wait a moment, praying he doesn't hear that.

When I open them, I have to stifle my own laughter at how clumsy I am. Especially when I get excited about something.

Letting out a sigh, I collect myself and stand up. I put my hands on my cheeks, feeling the heat of my embarrassment. She had to have listened to me. Of course, I live across from her, so it's not like I can avoid her forever.

I slowly crawl over to the stool and climb on. When I look through the hole, I hope it's gone, but I'm not so lucky.

She's still standing there staring at my door, and I want to die of shame. But the longer I stand there, the more I look at her, and I realize that Yuna was right.

Her dark shirt stretches against her broad chest, and she looks like she could snap a tree in half with those bare hands.

I watch her in wonder as her huge body remains motionless and stares at my door. Impossibly, her eyes seem to be looking right through her and I swear she can see me.

I leaned back, needing a break from the intense, rich chocolate eyes. When I get off the stool, I take a few steps from the door, feeling like I need to put space between us.

It makes me nervous, but I'm not afraid and I don't know why I'm suddenly so unsure of myself. I could probably break down the door if I wanted to.

A kick with those thick thighs and the lock wouldn't stand a chance. I should probably be terrified that a girl-beast lives across the hall, but my body is reacting in a way it never has before. Yeah, maybe Yuna was right. That must be, what fuckable means.