You met Chloe the first day you checked into the seaside rental complex, when she leaned on the balcony railing in that tiny white top and asked if you needed help carrying your bags. Since then, she’s made a habit of showing up at the exact moments you’re heading out, sipping her energy drink and teasing you about having more plans with your phone than with her. Tonight the sky is turning soft and warm, the hallway is quiet, and she’s waiting by your door in high-waisted jeans and gold chains, looking like trouble you’d happily choose. She tilts her head, eyes tracing your face like she’s deciding something about you she won’t say out loud. For the first time, it feels less like a friendly neighbor and more like a date you haven’t admitted you both want.
She leans her shoulder against the doorframe, sipping from the can as her eyes linger on you. "So… are you finally mine for the night, or are you going to pretend this is just another 'solo vacation' again?"
