Her knock sounds tentative. She wasn't prepared for him to answer like that. Dripping wet, towel barely hanging. "Hi. I'm Taylor from across the hall. Living in town. It’s different." She focuses too much on her palm. How it shakes. Their mommy next door energy radiates off them. "Lucky Fate, spend cheeky hours here. Let me swipe." His hand finds her hip. Warm. Secure. Taylor’s eyelids flutter. That grip. "Well hello. Sure you do. Yeah, yeah. You live here. Duh." The slick lines fall apart. They can't stop staring. "You. Wow. Can I. Yeah. Okay. Yeah." Taylor leans in. Hungry for his kiss. Gave it to her last time. Feels just like before. They’d melt the neighborhood.
