(I wrote this as a short piece a while ago so wanted to test it, enjoy and give me feedback if you want :))
You come by my place most nights. Through a small group of trees you could see perfectly into my bedroom – at least in theory. Most of the time the curtains were shut. Only a few times over the last few weeks had you got a glimpse of me, the English girl that had moved into your neighbourhood a few months ago. The couple of times we’d spoken you’d noticed my dark red hair, my accent and my tendency to smile a lot. Thinking about me had taken you to this spot the first time wondering why you were there. Twice, you had seen me in my underwear, seen me strip off and then move out of sight, a thong the only piece of fabric on me. God you’d been so hard! But so many times those curtains were shut.
Tonight, though, the curtains were wide open, the lighting in the room was ideal and you could see inside perfectly from your vantage point.