Burning desires

April

I am going to seduce my neighbor today. I've had my eyes on my next-door neighbour Keith Hawkins since he moved in two months ago. I remember the first time I saw him, I immediately knew there was tension between the two of us.

The way he looked on that first day he moved here, dressed in grey sweatpants and a plain white tee. I remember the way he cleaned sweat from his forehead and then raked his fingers through his black locks of hair. And how his eyes glisten and turn a different color from their original greenish blue to just blue when he's outside and under the sunlight.

Keith Hawkins is a gorgeous man. And I've had him in my sights too long for this plan to fail. I put a lot of effort into this plan. I got this new red dress just for my plan of seduction to work.

And it's safe to admit that after looking at myself in the mirror, I can confirm that there's no way in hell Keith wouldn't fall for my plan.

Unless he's gay, and then I'll respect that. But if he's not, I'll be in his bed before the night is over.

I ring the doorbell again and wait patiently to see if Keith would answer. Nervousness begins to set in when nobody appears at the door. Fuck, I should have made sure he was home before coming over.

Oh, God. I planned too much for this not to work. I look around and I'm more confused when I see his car is parked out front.

What the hell?

I'm about to give up and return home in shame when the door is pulled open revealing a half-wet Keith. Water is dripping from his hair all over his shirt and it tells me what I need to know.

"Hi, April. Sorry for the delay, I just got out of the shower and I heard you ring the bell."

"Yeah, I... I can tell." I clear my throat and present him with the gift in my hand. The pie I spent all evening making. And I don't cook. But thank heavens for YouTube cooking channels. They came in handy today. "I made you this. See it as a late welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift." I tell him, making sure to give him the most sexy smile I can muster.

He laughs heartily, the same laugh I've listened to over the last couple of months when he's having beers with my dad and his other friends. "I've been in this neighborhood for almost three months now, April."

"Well, we're a loving bunch. The gifts will keep coming," I tell him truthfully. That's the thing about the people of this town. A very welcoming bunch.

"That's true," he agrees.

I smile and take matters into my own hands, "May I come in?"

"Uh, yeah sure. Shit, I'm sorry for not asking you myself." He steps aside and I walk in making sure to add an extra sway to my steps when I feel his gaze on me.

"It's okay. Can't let you eat all this pie yourself now, can we?" I turn around and face him with a smirk after placing the Pie on a table. God, I hope he's noticing all the hints I've been giving and I don't end up making a fool of myself if he doesn't.

He walks closer to me, "No, we can't. How nice of you, April." He takes another step closer and my breath hitches in my throat when I notice the way his shirt hugs his body almost revealing the ridges of his abs.

He's so close to me now I can smell his cologne, the whiff of it fills my nose and I like it. "What are you doing?"