With his arm that’s draped over Willow’s shoulder, he shoots me the bird. “Are you going to see her again?”
I give up trying to keep my shit private. He’ll just bug the hell out of me until I either knock the shit out of him or give in. It’s not like I have anything to hide from them anyway.
“I don’t know.”
“Does she know you’ve been watching her from your apartment?” Willow asks, butting into the conversation.
“No.”
“You know she’s probably going to flip her shit if she finds out, right?” Tegan states the obvious.
And that’s why I haven’t told her. I’m not ready to give up Emberleigh yet. I don’t know if or when we’ll see each other again, but we sure as hell won’t if she learns I’ve been spying on her from my apartment. Even I know it’s creepy as fuck and anyone would flip their shit. Only a twinge of guilt hits my stomach when I think about it. I’m invading her privacy, yes, but I’m not physically harming her. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. My friends have caught glimpses of her, but that’s as much as I’ll allow. No one else gets that privilege.
I shrug. “That’s why I have no plans to tell her.”
“You’re really just going to keep her in the dark?” Willow’s tone has me looking at her. “Really, Nathan? Isn’t that a little… deceptive?”
“It’s no worse than what he’s already doing by watching her,” Colt adds.
“Well, yeah, but by telling her it would at least show remorse.”
I tip my beer up, take a swallow, and rest the bottle on my thigh. “I feel no remorse for watching her. Making her believe otherwise, that would be deceptive,” I tell the group, which earns me a glare from Willow. She opens her mouth to say something, but Abby speaks before she has a chance.
“What’s her name?”
Throwing an ankle over my knee, I lean back deeper in the chair.
“Emberleigh.”
Saying her name out loud makes the tip of my dick tingle. It’s been over a week since I’ve seen her. Today’s Tuesday, and I can’t fucking wait for tonight when I can sit in my chair and watch her again from my window. That’s if she shows up. Last Tuesday she didn’t, and I almost went apeshit. It screwed with my head, not seeing her like I usually do on that day.
“Emberleigh,” Abby repeats thought
fully. “I like it. I think you should see her again.” She blinks, then smiles a smile that says her thoughts are way off base. “When can we meet her?”
I run my hand over my mouth and scratch my jaw. “It’s not what you think, Abby,” I warn her.
Her smile turns mischievous. “Okay.”
I narrow my eyes, because I know damn good and well she’s not going to let it go. She may keep her mouth shut right now, but her thoughts are still in the wrong place. I enjoy Emberleigh’s body and she enjoys mine, but that’s as far as it goes. I have no plans for that to change.
Bored of this conversation, I snatch the remote from Colt and turn the volume up, telling every one of them that I’m done talking. The smart people that they are, they take the hint, and everyone’s attention turns to the TV.
***
I DROP MY KEYS ON THE COUNTER, grab a beer from the fridge, and walk over to my chair. Before taking a seat, I reach back and yank off my shirt, setting it on the back of the chair. When I look across to Emberleigh’s apartment, my body tightens when I see her light on. I grab the binoculars from the small table beside me and bring them to my eyes.
I scan the rooms that have lights on, but don’t see her at first. After a minute, she walks from a room that’s off from the kitchen. She has a laundry basket in her arms and takes it to the bedroom. She only has on a white tank top and pair of black panties. Her toned legs look more tanned against the black material. Memories of them wrapped around my waist flash in my mind, and the need to feel them again hits me hard.
I grab my beer and take a big swallow, suddenly needing something wet to coat my dry throat.
She puts the basket of clothes on the floor at the end of the bed, then walks around to the other side and sits. She picks up her phone, looks at it for a minute before setting it back down on the nightstand. My jaw clenches when she grabs the bottom of her tank top and slowly pulls it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, so her tits sway and jiggle when she brings her arms down and tosses the white material to the end of the bed.
I grip the binoculars tighter with the sudden need to see her in the flesh. To suck her nipples in my mouth and pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. I force myself to stay in my seat instead of jumping up from my chair and stalking across the street.
Her hands start on her spread thighs and make their way up to her sides. One hand veers across her stomach and trails to her tit, where she fills her hand and pinches the tip, just like I was imagining.
I pull my phone from my pocket and look away to scroll through my contacts until I find her name. I may not be able to see her in person right now, but I can damn sure hear her voice.