Long overdue

As Becca had suspected, Sandra didn’t come over as she had promised the next day, which was a Sunday, neither did she text or call. Becca, who had resolved to stop bugging her, was contemplating whether to take Emma and go to see a movie when her doorbell rang. She opened the door to see Dan standing there sheepishly, a basket of fruits in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

“Hey, stranger.” He said, nodding at her in greeting as though they were strangers to each other. Becca fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“What do you want?” She asked instead.

“Is that any way to talk to your dear neighbor who has missed you more than you can imagine?”

“Yeah, right. You missed me so much that you couldn’t even be bothered to check up on me. Come in.” She told him, standing aside and letting him go inside the house. Just seeing him alone was enough to get her pulse racing and her entire body tingling, and knowing that there was nothing stopping her from having sex with him if she wanted no