MY HOT NEIGHBOR

CHAPTER 6: CAN'T SLEEP

A couple days later, Becky was back and Freen joined her on their morning run.

She didn’t tell Becky, but she kept up her running while she was away. She decided she liked the way it made her feel.

She felt more energized and she wanted to work on her endurance so she wouldn’t have to keep slowing Becky down, no matter how much the other girl tells her it’s okay.

“So how was the beach?”

“Beautiful. Warm. I wasn’t there very long, but I enjoyed it. It was nice to see Irin again.”

“I'm gonna have to meet this girl.”

“Interestingly enough, she says the same about you.”

Freen felt a pang of excitement.

“So you told her about me.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Freen. But yes, I may have mentioned you.”

“Ouch.”

“And what did you tell her about me?”

“I told her I have a pain in the ass neighbor who keeps insisting on going running with me no matter how much it slows me down.”

“I may have also told her that you’re really pretty and kind of cool.”

“And then she demanded to see what I looked like?”

“Yes. That’s why I asked for the picture.”

“And what was her response?”

Freen knew she was playing with fire. She was very obviously fishing, but she didn’t care.

Irin was somneone obviously important to Becky, so it was important that she made a good impression with her.

“She said you’re all right.”

“Just all right? Damn, I knew I should have sent a better photo.” Becky grinned at her.

“Okay, so she didn’t say that. But I refuse to tell you her exact response. Something tells me you’re just looking for compliments and I refuse to give you what you want.”

Freen was feeling playful and frighteningly bold.

“Funny, you didn’t seem to refuse to give me what I wanted the other day.” She couldn’t believe she said it.

They so rarely ever discussed whey they did in their bedrooms.

It was sort of an unspoken rule, but Freen was on high from all this flirting, so she took a chance.

And instead of waiting for a response, she took off running ahead of Becky, determined to beat her home.

The race was close and Freen could feel her legs start to give out, but she kept on going, refusing to slow down until she reached her driveway.

She made it first by a split second and thoroughly enjoyed the stunned look on Becky’s face.

They stood there, hands on their knees, trying to catch their breath.

“Unreal.” Becky was clearly in denial.

“No. Not unreal. That actually happened.” Freen really liked gloating.