I pull myself off the couch with a whine, and stomp over to the door. I hold my breath and count to three in my head before opening the door. My mouth falls open. “There’re flowers, aren’t there?” “A giant bouquet of red roses.” I crouch down and snatch the card. Red is officially my new favorite color. And you’re my new favorite flavor. —Neighbor Man Wetness pools between my legs. “Damn, this guy is good.” “He wrote you something freaky in his card, didn’t he?” I chuckle. “Maybe.”
