I wasn't supposed to be there. That's what made it so thrilling.
It started with a simple message:
"Wanna come over? Just Netflix and chill. No pressure." Eli
But chill had never sounded so dangerous.
Eli was my neighbor not just next door, but the guy who lived across the hall with a record for walking around shirtless while watering his houseplants like a softcore fantasy. We'd exchanged hellos, flirted awkwardly in the elevator, and once shared a cab in the rain when my car wouldn't start. That was it.
Until tonight.
I told myself I'd keep it casual. Just a movie. Just neighbors. No expectations.
But when I knocked on his door, the low thud of my heartbeat was louder than my fist.
Eli opened it wearing grey sweatpants and a worn tee that clung to his chest. He smelled like ceda
