Page 13 of Boxer Next Door

But Ken… he was too damn young.

My thoughts kept spinning in confusing circles, between my wants and what I knew I should do. The check came, and we left, with me feeling decidedly more confused and frustrated than when we came in.

Someone like him wouldn’t want someone like me, anyway.

6

Kenji

We managed to get just about everything I needed, and all it took was an hour, including loading. I was driving us back, and we were quiet in the seat. We’d talked just fine in the restaurant, and I knew a few details about her life, but I couldn’t help feeling… awkward.

No, awkward wasn’t the word I was looking for. I was too aware of her. Since I knocked on her door and she let me into her house a few hours earlier, I couldn’t help but stare at her and want to get close to her. I knew better, so I didn’t, but the temptation was there.

I hadn’t been interested in women since my ex, so it was surprising and overwhelming, and I was trying to keep my head and act neighborly, instead of looking at her like I wanted to devour her, even though I wanted to.

Luckily, the trip back was short. I drove faster, and we were back in about ten minutes. I stopped by her driveway, backing up so the bed of the truck faced the house, getting as close as possible. Then I stopped the truck and jumped out.

“Do you need help carrying any of these?” she offered.

I shook my head quickly. “No, no. I've got this. You can go back inside and do whatever it is you do with your Saturday afternoons.”

She hesitated. “If you’re sure?”

“Totally.”

She gave me a last look, then left me to do all the unloading.

I transferred everything to the backyard first, then got down to business. Before I could start, I surveyed the damage, and my eyes narrowed.

Shit.

I hadn't thought this through, not entirely. No wonder, since I’d been distracted by thoughts of Lydia at the time, but I had to get this shit done, and I was only just realizing the job would be bigger than I’d prepared for.

The materials were fine, whatever we hadn't bought I’d probably have in my house. But I’d need to replace the fence’s old support posts, because I figured they’d be useless. To do that, I’d have to dig out the cement, pour new cement and shove in the new posts, then wait for them to settle in the cement as it hardened.

I should have thought about this before. Focus!

I wanted to clear the yard, but that could wait, too. I needed to let Lydia know, so she could decide exactly how we were going to do all this. It was her yard, after all.

With a last look around, I headed back inside the house.

“Lydia?” I called.

She didn’t reply. I didn’t see her in the kitchen or the living room, so I went to the next obvious place. I headed up the curving staircase, pausing a little to stare because I hadn't seen this part of the house yet. I was snapped out of it by the sound of a door closing, and I followed it. There was a short hall on this floor, and one of the doors was open. That was where the sound had come from.

“Lydia?”

I walked over to the door, raising a hand to knock out of politeness. But the door was opened wide enough that I could see her. She was standing in front of another door in the room, that I assumed was the shower because there was nothing but a towel wrapped around her.

Fuck.

She was beautiful. I’d made the realization before, but I made it again, standing there watching her. The top of the towel just barely covered her breasts, revealing a great amount of cleavage. The bottom of the towel just touched the tops of her thighs, and I wanted to turn her around to see the back of her, too.

I dropped my hands to my sides, both of them tightening into fists so I wouldn’t do anything I would regret. But looking at Lydia, just standing there and staring back at me, somehow, I didn’t think she’d mind if anything happened between us.

The look on her face said she wanted me, just as much as I wanted her, and I had to bite back a groan as I watched a drop of water trail down the valley of her breasts and into the towel, my cock twitching in my pants at the sight.

I can't be this attracted to her, I thought, starting to feel a little worried. We just met yesterday, and over an accident I caused because I was in a bad mood!