The Neighbors
There was definitely a connection between us the first time that we hung out. Since our daughters had become friends, you’d invited her over for play dates all summer and when I walked over to drop her off you asked if I’d like to stay and have a glass of wine while the girls swam in the pool. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and my husband was out of town so I figured sure, why not. While the girls splashed around we enjoyed a glass of rosé and got to know each other better. The usual pleasantries about kids and husbands asked and answered and then the inevitable question comes up: so, what do you do? I love the way you say this in your cute danish accent, and I feel a level of comfort with you that I haven’t felt with any of the other “parents” from the girls’ school. Maybe it’s because you’re European, or maybe it’s because you are so pretty. Whatever the reason, I feel comfortable enough to share my little secret with you and I tell you I’m a writer. You follow up with the expected “Oh cool. What do you write?” I take a sip from my glass before looking you straight in the eye and reply “Erotica.” I watch your eyes widen a little and a slow smile spreads across your face. “Cool”, you reply.
Your husband walks out with another bottle of wine and refills our glasses, joining us at the table. “Guess what Quinn writes” you say to him with a little twinkle in your eye, and I feel a subtle shift in the energy between the three of us. He gives an approving nod, seemingly unfazed by my vocation. This ‘kids play date’ starts to take on some ‘first date’ vibes and I smile to myself while your husband starts telling a crazy story about his past. We continue sharing stories and sipping wine until dinner time and you ask if we’d like to stay. Between making pizza and the girls running around we continue to share stories and realize just how much we have in common. Our conversation drifts from festivals, dancing, and music to good wine, travel and ultimately sexy lingerie. I could stay up talking with you all night but It’s getting late so I thank you for a great night and brush my lips gently across your cheek before collecting my daughter and walking home.
A week or so passes and I find myself thinking about how much fun I had with you two and wondering if we’ll hang out like that again. Just then my phone dings with a text from you inviting my daughter over to go in the pool. I reply that she’s on a trip with my husband and that I’m home alone. My stomach flutters as I read your response: “Even better. Come by for a glass of champagne.” I glance down at my typical outfit of yoga clothes and decide to slip into a sundress before heading down the street to your house….
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