It's Complicated (Awkward Love 1)

“Because this is creepy,” I exclaim. “We’re sitting on my bed, in the dark, waiting for my hot neighbor to get undressed. If we were dudes, we’d be thrown in prison for this,” I add.

“Technically, we’re now crouched beneath your window, but I get your point,” She laughs. “But who cares? If we were dudes, they’d make a movie about this,” she retorts. She strains her neck to look through the window and squeals. “I think he’s coming.”

“Wow, that usually doesn’t happen till after his shower,” I quip, poking my tongue out at her.

I glance over and see that she’s right. Nick enters his room, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks. He shrugs it off, placing it neatly over the end of his bed. I swear I can hear Kayla salivating at the sight of his smooth, tanned chest. Hell, who am I kidding? I’m just as worked up. Maybe more so, because I know what’s coming.

“God, I’m tingling already,” Kayla sighs, a dreamy expression on her face. “Look at that chest,” she sighs. “I heard from my neighbor that Mindy Henderson’s mother ended up in hospital for a week with a split vagina because of his dick.” I snort because she speaks so matter-of-factly. She raises her eyebrows at me. “True story.”

“Bullshit. It was a few stiches, and she was out the same day,” I murmur, craning my neck to get a better view. “Don’t believe everything you hear.”

“They were right about the size of his package, weren’t they?” she points out.

No. They underestimated it.

Her attention turns back to Nick when she realizes he’s unbuckling his belt. I hold my breath and watch as he slides it free from his lean waist. Next, he unbuttons his pants, lowering the zip slowly and deliberately, like he knows that he’s being watched. I can barely take the anticipation that is building up in my chest as he slides his pants lower…and lower…until…

“Holy shit! Fuck me with a stick! How could any woman handle that?” Kayla growls, shaking her head. “What did you say his wife died of? Cancer, or a big fat cock?”

“Kayla!” I snort, gasping as wine shoots out of my nose. I turn around and sit back down in shock. She did not just say that.

“What?” she asks innocently. “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing.” She glances down at me and shakes her head. “Why are you down there and not up here, watching this?” she asks like I’m insane.

“Because your insensitivity knocked me over,” I retort, cringing as I replay her words in my head. She grabs my arm, pulling it hard. Reluctantly, I get back up on my knees and peer out the side of the window.

Kayla groans. “This is fucking incredible, Anna. Look, he’s stroking it. God, what I wouldn’t do to feel that thing slide between my legs. I wonder what he tastes like. Though I’d struggle to close my lips around that, I think. Brings new meaning to the phrase, ‘more than a mouthful’, huh?”

“Kayla,” I gasp, burying my face in my hands. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, I’m laughing so hard. I look up again, just in time to see him slide his hand along his shaft, before flicking the light off. I sigh, disappointed that he’s done.

“Aww, that’s it? I feel ripped off. Where’s the encore? I think I’m gonna write a letter of complaint.”

“You’re not a paying customer, Kales. Give the guy a break. It must be tiring lugging that thing around all day,” I joke.

I sit back on my heels, still watching him as he moves around to the other side of his bed. Then he walks back over to the window and glances out. My heart stops because I swear his eyes meet mine. It’s only for a second, but long enough for me to completely lose my shit.

“Fuck!” I gasp, my heart thudding in my chest.

“What? Oh!” Kayla cries as I yank her by the hand.

We scramble to the floor as though a bomb had just been detonated, collapsing onto our stomachs. Somehow, my bracelet catches on the curtains, bringing them down with me. My arms flailing, I fight my way out from under what feels like a mountain of netting, almost hyperventilating. I am so mortified. I can’t even think about what just happened without wanting to pass out.

“Anna, what the fuck?” hisses Kayla. “Are you trying to get us caught?”

My heart pounds as I blink back tears. If that were my intention, then I’m pretty sure I just managed it. What am I going to do? It's obvious that someone was watching, and I know for a fact that he knows exactly which room is mine.

“Fuck,” I curse. I’m panicked and not sure what to do. Do I confront this or just pretend it never happened? Pretending it never happened is looking pretty damn good. Kayla puts her hand on my leg, trying to calm me down.