WAY too tempting.

You’re not sure how Alex expected you to get somewhere opposite her little corner apartment. She probably didn’t think it out, both of you were honestly running pretty hard on raw lust right now. Of course, between your claws, physical power, and ability to go unnoticed, you haven’t actually had a hard time finding somewhere to watch from. The roof of the Mexican restaurant across the street is about perfect. While Alex’s apartment isn’t that big, her windows are, along with a fire escape you take note of.

Before you can really wonder if she’s home, you see her walk into view, wearing the jeans and shirt from earlier still. She checks her phone, reminding you that you can’t get caught up just watching her like this. She said she wanted to know you were watching her, so if that’s what she wants …

You: I’m here, by the way.

Alex: Yeah, I’m sorry.

Alex: In my head, there was a better place to see my window from.

You: I can see just fine. Straight ahead.

When she glances up, you blink the flashlight on the phone. She looks like she gasps, but smiles at the same time before returning to her own phone.

Alex: How the hell did you get up there?

You: I’m a man of many talents.

Alex: I’m hoping you’ll show me some of them eventually.

Alex: That came off like a really incompetent burn.

Alex: I’m sorry.

Alex: I meant, like, in bed.

Alex: With me.

You: I actually got it on the first pass.

You: Nervous?

Alex: What tipped you off? The everything?

Alex: I’ve never done something like this before.

Alex: I mean, I’m not shy with guys I’m dating … and I guess we’re dating now?

You: If you want to be, we absolutely are.

Alex: We’re dating now.

Alex: But this is still A LOT.

You: If you’re uncomfortable, I can go.

Alex: Oh, not that. I like you being around, even if I can’t see you.

Alex: I meant this.

Looking up, you see Alex put down her phone, roll her neck, then slowly unbutton her shirt. It’d be sexy enough to watch from here if you only had human eyes, but you can make out every detail precisely. Her grin is a little nervous, but mostly playful as her fingers slide the buttons out of place. She stops when the blue shirt hangs open from just above her midriff, then picks up the phone again.

Alex: Do you want me keep going?

You: On the one hand, you’re nervous. You deserve to be comfortable. If this is too much, you completely don’t have to.

You: On the other, fuck the hell yes I do, you’re so fucking hot.

Alex: Well, the next part’s going to be awkward without sound, but …

A second or two after reading the message, your phone buzzes. Obviously, the caller ID reads for Alex. Your finger hovers over it, heat building under your skin as you wonder what exactly she’s talking about.