"I want to be the reason you touch yourself at 4 am." He groaned, just the tip and I was already clutching into him like knot. God how much I missed this taboo.
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Enzo Parker was the ki...
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"Elia... Elia, wake the fuck up," I whispered, nudging her sleeping body with my leg. She let out a low groan, rolling over like she was about to go back to sleep, but finally sat up, her hair a tangled mess.
I couldn't take my eyes off the window, where our new neighbor was outside talking to some people. She was just too damn pretty for my own good. It was unfair, really-like the universe had decided to drop a supermodel into our boring little street just to mess with me.
"What?" Elia grumbled, still half-asleep, yawning like she hadn't gotten her full 12 hours of beauty sleep.
"You knew the new neighbor?" I asked, my voice still in awe as I let out a low whistle. Elia just gave me a dry chuckle, her expression screaming, 'You can't be serious.' I'd literally just woken her up for this?
"Yeah, Mom was talking to her before she dropped me off at school," Elia mumbled, her voice muffled by another loud yawn. She suddenly wheezed, reaching out for the tissue I was holding.
"No, ewww!! Enzo!!" she screamed, realizing too late that I'd sprinkled chili powder on the tissue as a little prank.
I burst out laughing as she threw the tissue across the room in disgust. "Fuck you," she spat, rubbing at her burning nose.
"Watch it," I scolded, trying to sound all big-brotherly while still chuckling. But Elia wasn't having it-she just grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at my head.
I dodged it with a grin, still buzzing with the excitement of seeing the new neighbor. "You know she's like, crazy beautiful, right? Like, too beautiful for this neighborhood."
Elia rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "And you woke me up for this?"
"Hey, this is big news!" I defended, but she just shook her head and flopped back down on her bed.
"You're such a loser, Enzo," she muttered, pulling the covers back over her head. "Let me sleep."
I stood there for a moment, contemplating whether to keep pestering her or let her go back to sleep. But then I remembered the neighbor's face, and a plan started forming in my mind. Elia might be the key to getting me an introduction. After all, she and Mom were already chummy with the goddess next door.
"Fine, go back to sleep," I said, backing away with a smirk. "But don't think you're off the hook. You're helping me with this."
Elia just groaned louder, but I knew she wouldn't have a choice. The goddess next door wasn't going to meet herself, and I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. This was going to be one interesting weekend.
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"Elia, I'm begging you, just go over there and be cute or something," I urged, practically pushing her toward the door.
"Enzo, you can't be serious! Please, don't make me do this," she pleaded, digging her heels into the carpet. "I swear, I'll tell Dad!"
I paused, giving her my best 'are you for real?' look. "And what exactly are you gonna tell him? 'Oh, Dad, Enzo made me bring cookies to our hot new neighbor. I'm traumatized for life!'" I mimicked in a high-pitched voice, making her glare at me.
Elia crossed her arms, pouting like the little brat she was. "This is blackmail!"
"Call it what you want," I said, shrugging. "But you're going over there, or I'm telling Mom about the time you 'accidentally' dyed your hair blue and blamed it on me."
Her eyes widened in horror. "You wouldn't!"
"Oh, I would," I shot back, grabbing the plate of cookies from the kitchen counter and thrusting it into her hands. "Now, get over there and be friendly. Make sure she knows we're super nice neighbors who definitely wouldn't force their little sister to be a cookie-carrying minion."
Elia gave me one last desperate look, like she was about to walk the plank or something. "You're the worst," she muttered, taking the plate as if it were loaded with explosives.
I grinned, giving her a nudge toward the front door. "Remember, you're doing this for the family. And for the future therapy bills I'm not paying."
She groaned loudly, shuffling out the door like she was headed for her doom. I watched from the window, biting my lip to keep from laughing as she shuffled her way across the yard, looking like a prisoner sent on a mission to negotiate with a dragon.
When she finally reached the neighbor's porch, she turned to give me one last pleading look. I waved enthusiastically, mouthing, "You got this!"
She rang the doorbell, and I nearly doubled over when I saw her freeze like a deer in headlights as the door opened. I could only imagine the awkwardness she was radiating at that moment.
As the door swung open, I heard her stammer out, "Hi, I'm Elia, and these are cookies... Um, we made them... because, um... we're not weird, I swear."
I couldn't contain myself-I had to duck out of sight to keep from cackling like a maniac. Elia, the cookie courier, was a hot mess, and it was glorious.
This was so worth whatever wrath she was going to unleash on me later.
