Chapter 4:

First Touch

Friday night couldn’t come fast enough. I spent the whole day cleaning my apartment, lighting a couple of those vanilla candles, and picking out the perfect “casual but sexy” outfit a soft oversized sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder and a pair of tiny black shorts underneath. No bra. I wanted him to notice everything. When Leo knocked on my door at exactly eight, holding a bottle of red wine, my heart was already hammering.

“Hey, neighbor,” I said, opening the door with a big smile. “You actually came. I was half expecting you to bail after all my not so subtle hints this week.”...