A new neighbor (Emma POV)

I laze on the couch, watching the television in a simple loose fitting shirt that’s drooping down the side, exposing one shoulder. A knock suddenly sounds from our door.

“Were you expecting anyone?” John asks.

“No.” I reply, shaking my head.

John stands up, walking over to the door. After a moment I hear him call “Emma, it’s Asher!”

Asher?!

My heart practically springs out of my chest as I jump up in surprise. I quickly get up to my feet, rushing next to John.

He opens the door, greeting Asher with a smile. “Hey Asher. What’re you doing here?”

“It’s nice to see you again John.” He smiles. “I actually just moved in three doors down. Emma recommend this apartment when I told her I was looking for a new place.”

I forgot about that conversation…

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” I nervously replied, looking away from Asher as he stared at me. I don’t know how to look him in the eyes right now…

“I thought I’d greet you two since we’re now neighbors.” Asher stated. “Though I gotta go, I need to unpack as much as I can before my bartending shift.”

I glance back up at him, and my heart screams to not let him go yet.

“Do you need help?” I meekly ask.

“I would love help if you wouldn’t mind.” Asher gently smiles and I can feel my legs turn to jelly.

“I’ll help too.” John grins.

We leave our apartment, following Asher into his. It looks pretty similar to our own, other than the fact that there’s a ton of boxes everywhere.

“I’m going to start with my bedroom.” Asher states. “Could you help me, Emma?”

My heart practically leaps.

We’re going to his bedroom? I really shouldn’t, John is right here…

But…

“Oh, of course.” I nervously nod.

“And could you unpack the boxes in the living room?” He then asks John.

The two of us…will be alone…

“I gotcha man.” John nods, being as nice and helpful as always.

“Thanks.” Asher smiles, walking through the hallway and then turning right into a room. I follow him into his bedroom, my heart racing.

Asher lets me in, shutting the door behind him. We’re now cut off from John. He looks at me with a sly smile, before stepping closer.

“The fact you followed me in here can only mean one thing…” He slowly spoke. He traced a finger down my arm as I shivered in response.

Then he cupped my cheek, pulling my head up, and slowly brought his lips closer. I had plenty of time to stop him. But I didn’t.

His lips enveloped mine as we kissed. It was short, sweet, but soon a second one followed. And then a third, and a fourth.

Soon enough he was pushing me against the wall, ravaging my mouth with his own. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring everywhere as he completely dominated me.

Maybe I’ve been starved for affection lately, I’ve barely done anything with John for a while after all…but…

This is the best I’ve ever been kissed.

He finally separated, looking at me with a smug smirk. And I already wanted those lips back on mine.