Maybe

Chloe turned to face me, her eyes meeting mine. "Maybe we can," she said with a smile. Then, she leaned in and pressed her lips lightly against my cheek in a chaste kiss before turning and walking down the steps from my front door. I watched as she walked across our shared backyard, a warm feeling in my chest.

I shut the door behind me and leaned back against it, a feeling of excitement and anticipation coursing through my veins. There was something about Chloe, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. As I walked back into my living room, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in Chloe's mind. She seemed flustered by my gaze earlier, yet she didn't seem entirely displeased by it. And the way she leaned in and kissed my cheek before leaving... It was clear that there was something more going on beneath the surface of the seemingly normal neighborhood dynamic. The fact that Chloe seemed to be dissatisfied, that she was seeking something different and perhaps even adventurous in her life only added to the intrigue. As for me, well, I wasn't opposed to the idea of getting to know my alluring new neighbor better. With that thought running through my mind, I headed up the stairs to my new bedroom. The exertion of moving overcame my excitment and I quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I woke up early, my first thoughts were of Chloe and my wanting to find out more about her. Walking into my bathroom, I noticed for the first time that my window looked out over the backyard and into Chloe's bedroom window. I stopped and glanced, knowing that I shouldn't be looking, that it was an invasion of the Grayson's privacy but my curiousity about my new neighbors overrode my sense of decorum. As I peered into Chloe's bedroom, I saw her moving around, getting ready for the day. Chloe was dressed in a light pink bra and panties set, her curves on full display. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun atop her head, revealing her slender neck and shoulders. As she moved around, I could see the sway of her hips and the gentle bounce of her breasts.

I knew it was wrong to be spying on her, that I should look away, but I also wanted to see more of my attractive new neighbor.