Number Neighbors

by Emma Hart

“Honey, I’ve paid my politeness dues. Now I’m old I can say whatever the fuck I want.”

Apparently, my willpower was that of a piece of paper on a fire. Poof. Gone. Buh-bye.

“I want you, Hannah. I want to pull you upstairs and kiss you until you can’t breathe. I want to throw you on the bed and put my face between your legs until you’re fucking it. I want to flip you on your knees and grab your hips and tug on your hair until you’re screaming my name in pleasure. I want to do everything I said I would do in that first texting session when I know you sat in this house and played with your clit until you came.”

“It’s better to know the truth and be hurt than it is to ignore it just because you think it might suck.”