Ask to meet her

Mary:: “My parents are gone for the week. House all to myself. Why don’t you come over?”

You blink, reread it twice, then sit up so fast the towel slips right off your lap. For a second you just stare at the address she sends, eyes widening. Three blocks. Three goddamn blocks. She’s practically in your backyard and you’ve never once seen her face around. You shake your head, laughing under your breath.
Three blocks away? No way. How have I never bumped into you before?

Your thumbs hover, pulse climbing.

You: “Give me an hour. Gotta make myself presentable for your… challenge.”
Mary:: “Good boy. Don’t make me wait too long.”

The chat bubble goes still. You toss your phone onto the bed and jump straight into action. The bathroom fills with steam as you step under the shower, hot water pounding your shoulders, scrubbing away the leftover tension of staring at her sheer-sheeted body through a screen. You run the razor carefully, trimming down below until it’s neat, the kind of detail that makes you grin at your reflection, imagining her reaction.

Your heart doesn’t stop pounding the whole time you’re toweling off, combing through your hair, spritzing on cologne. Every glance in the mirror feels electric, like you’re about to walk onto some stage, except the stage is her bed and the audience is just one girl who’s been stringing you along with teases and half-reveals and finally decided she wants more.

Clothes—casual but sharp. Jeans that fit right, a clean shirt, sneakers that don’t scream “software nerd.” You shove your phone and wallet into your pocket, glance at the clock—forty minutes gone. Perfect.

As you step outside, the evening air hits cool against your freshly-showered skin. The Bay streets hum with their usual energy, but tonight every block feels charged, like the city itself knows what’s about to happen. Three blocks never felt so far. Three blocks never felt so damn close.

With each step, your mind loops the image of her lying under that sheet, nipples faint through the fabric, cropped face smirking at you unseen. You swallow, grinning to yourself.