Story Description:
Emy has always admired Arson Mathew, her strikingly handsome neighbor, from afar. With his god-like features and mysterious aura, Arson unknowingly became the center of her world. What started as a harmless crush soon spirals into...
Every time I came back home, I felt a gaze upon me. It was like someone was checking me, observing my every move, reading me throughout. But I wonder why it never bothered me. Why I felt empty when I didn’t find that pressure around me.
I’ve never really shown much interest in socializing or interacting with my neighborhood. I was always too busy for these things. Until I came to know about my new little, cute neighbor, Emily. She’s a beautiful young lady with lots of fantasies. How did I know that? Well, because I know. I know everything about her, and the more I know, the more I feel like she’s a mystery.
I didn’t even notice when the few exchanges of gaze made me fall for her. Harder. And one thing’s for sure… She’s also into me, even if it’s just a little.
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I knocked on her door, knowing full well that she was the only one home. When she opened it, I was greeted with a jaw drop. Surprised? Shocked. Maybe even a little scared, I guess. I stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and made myself comfortable on her couch, watching as she followed me with that cute confusion. Her brain was doing overtime. She looked super cute with her eyebrows a little frowned and lips slightly parted. Ah, I want to kiss her senseless! Kiss her until I can’t breathe, and then continue even after I reach my limit. But I can’t. I don’t want to scare my babygirl. I have to wait and take every step carefully. Despite Emily being cute and all, she’s observant. She’ll know it immediately if I act too hastily.
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I was coming out of her room after using the washroom and… doing some important work when I heard giggling from downstairs. Who is making my babygirl laugh behind my back? I left her room and came downstairs, only to find some guy being way too close to my babygirl. He had his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. What made my blood boil was that she didn’t even flinch. She let him touch her like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I approached them, not wanting to see them getting on my nerves even more. And just as I expected, this man sure had something for Emily. Though I wasn’t sure if it was just concern, like he showed—brotherly, or something more intense like romantic feelings.
After having my way with him and making him back down, I went to the guest room Emily showed me. She’s so pretty. I know it might sound strange, but I can’t get enough of praising her for being the perfect babygirl for me.
When she left me in the room and went downstairs, I took the chance to enter her room and found her phone lying on the bed. I picked it up, greeted by a security system. Clever girl. But this kind of security won’t stop me from getting what I want. Still, I don’t want to interfere with what she thinks she can keep private from me. I saved her number in my phone and tossed hers aside. I was about to leave when I heard faint footsteps approaching the door. I came up with a great idea of surprising my babygirl... again.
She entered her room and locked the door, but I jumped in front of her, covering her pretty mouth, making sure not to make any loud noise. I was having a hard time holding back my laughter at the state she was in, but I knew better than to piss her off. Our playful banter gradually took a turn, and soon she was in my arms, blushing. That’s when I knew I won this battle with all the points.
(Arson’s P.O.V. ends)_
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Present time / next day in the morning /
-------------EMILY'S P.O.V.-----------------
I woke up earlier than usual with a fresh smile that only grew wider when I remembered what happened yesterday. And there it was again... my cheeks burning. I got out of bed slowly, making my way to the bathroom.
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Time skip / after 1 and a half hours
I took my sweet time bathing, then wrapped my petite body in a fluffy towel, feeling the smooth texture against my skin. I came out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I was humming to myself until I was hit by a shock, making me jump in place.
Arson! He was sitting on my bed!
I immediately tried to cover my body with my hands and ran away, but failed as he took a long stride, and the next moment, I was in his grasp, pressed against his chest.
"Hiding what belongs to me, princess?"
Ahh! He’s too close! I’ll die of embarrassment—or maybe from blushing! Save me, God, from this Greek god!
"A-Arson? How did you…?"
He cut me off with those sexy low chuckles. I didn’t regret it.
"The same way I left yesterday, baby… remember?"
So he climbed up here again? Why, Emily? Why are you so stupid to leave your balcony open when threats like this man live across the street!? I was stuck in my inner self, complaining, when I felt his fingers caressing my collarbone. I stiffened. Excited, too...
I started breathing heavily. This is the first time a man has ever touched me so intimately.
His hands were massaging my soft skin while his eyes scanned underneath my towel. His thoughts were obvious by the way his gaze flickered between my chest and my eyes.
Then came his husky voice, making me wet all of a sudden.
"I want to see you, princess."
Wait. I’m… dead. Bye now. God, was he always this sexy??? I was blushing so hard, and my heart was racing. I could hear my blood pulsing in my ears.
What should I do? Let him? Or not?
I was lost in my thoughts when I suddenly felt his fingers grazing the edge of my towel.
"A-Arson…"
"Yes, princess?"
He wasn’t even looking at me—his focus was elsewhere. I clenched my eyes shut and grabbed his shirt, giving him a sign to go ahead. He chuckled, and I already felt exposed just by the sound of his voice.
"Don’t worry, babygirl. I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. Yet."
Ahh, so kind of you, Mr. Arson Mathew! Leaving me hanging after getting me excited! Asshole! Now I want him. Be a little shameless, Emily. It’s your right.
I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. His gaze was already dark, telling me not to play bold or I’d end up crushed. I gulped and tried to compose myself, only to blurt out stupidity.
"A-Arson… Can I... Can we... kiss?"
Ahh, kill me here! What the hell was that, Emily? When did you become so gutsy? I tried to meet his eyes again, but he raised his palm, gently closing mine. I felt his breath near my cheek before his voice ripped through my thoughts.
"I thought you were an innocent babygirl, Emily. Seems like you like to be a little more… proactive. Well, of course, we can do much more than just kissing, but the problem is... can you handle me?"
He said those fucking sexy lines while his hand caressed my lower lip, gently squeezing it.
I froze under the pressure. Did I make a mistake asking him that?
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