“Who knows.”
“I think you would.”
He lets out a long breath, knee walks backward and zips up his pants after tucking himself back in. “Night, Bo.”
“Night, Sheep Finder. Or should I call you Bo Finder.”
He laughs. “More like Bo watcher. Maybe I would follow you onto the plane but instead watch you during the flight and wherever you go after you land.”
“Who knows,” I whisper.
He bends down to get his knife and turns around to leave a different way than where he came from. The front door opens and closes minutes later. I sink back down in my bed, staring at the empty hallway for what feels like forever before getting up to lock everything.
Once back in bed, I wrap myself in my blanket, looking at the camera with a smile on my face as my eyes close.
The smell of something sweet wafts in the air. I rub my eyes, step out of bed and grab my robe on my way to the kitchen.
“Morning,” my hot as fuck neighbor says, pouring batter into a waffle iron I've never seen before.
“Morning.” So this is why he asked if I liked waffles.
Tightening the sash around my waist I lower myself in the first seat I reach, leaning back as I watch his jeans tighten around his muscles with each move he makes. It doesn't take much to make that sexy ass flex either. My mouth is watering and not from the food.
“Not a coffee drinker?”
“No really.” I stretch out my legs, making myself more comfortable.
“What would you like then?”
“Something I don't have. Orange juice.”
“I can make that happen,” he gruffs out, adding waffles to an already growing pile on the plate.
“How so?”
“I've got oranges and could squeeze you some.” He looks back, one side of his lips lifting.
“Sounds like a lot of work for a neighbor who annoys you.”
He laughs. “Then that must mean I'm learning to tolerate you.”
“My pigs keep eating your veggies.”
“Your sheep got into my lettuce this morning too,” he says without breaking composure.
“Oh shit. I woke up too late again, didn't I?”
“Yeah but that's okay. Looks like you really needed the rest.” He narrows in on my exposed chest and my nipple peaks out with streaks of precum trailing around it. I close my robe, shuffling in my place.
“Yeah. Long night of studying.”
“Right. Studying.” He carries a plate to the table.
“Why only one?” My brows bunch together.
“Why only one, what?” He retracts his hand, shoving the other in his back pocket.
“Plate. Are you not going to join me?”