The alarm on my phone buzzes at 6:15 AM, but I’m already awake. I’ve been awake since 4, lying in this unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes until she emerges. The coffee I made is cold now, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m at the window by 6:20, binoculars pressed to my face, waiting.
The porch light clicks on at 6:33.
There she is.
She comes out in a silk robe, pale blue, tied loose at the waist. Her hair is messy, sleep-tangled, and she yawns as she bends down to grab the newspaper. The robe gapes open just enough for me to see the curve of her tits, the shadow between them.
My cock hardens instantly, pressing against my sweatpants.
Fuck!
I don’t touch it yet. I wanna watch first.
She stretches, looking up at the sky, and for one fucking terrifying second, I swear she looks directly at my window. My heart stops. But then she just scratches her nose and goes back inside, closing the door behind her.
I exhale.
She doesn’t know. Not yet. But she will.