Winter Neighbor Pt. 2
The wind roaring caused a tree to tap the window repeatedly, snapping me sharply from my midnight slumber. I was gasping for air, my eyes attempting to search in the darkness. Trying to sleep that night had become difficult; my mind had become utterly conflicted over the previous day’s events. On one hand I had fucked my older neighbor, who was married, and it was the most intense moment of my life. On the other, the fact she was married made it so it should never have been done. My head lay back down on the pillow, my mind pulsing in rhythm with the tapping of the tree against the window. Finally I decided I would confront Tiffany in the morning, and attempt to make things right. Comforted by this resolution, my eyes closed and …