It was a humid summer night, and the air was thick with anticipation. In a small apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman named Samantha lay in bed, her short, dark hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a woman of 30, with a body that was both athletic and curvy, and she was feeling restless.
Samantha had been thinking about her neighbor, Jake, for weeks. He was a tall, muscular man with a scruffy beard and piercing blue eyes. She had seen him around the apartment complex, but they had never really spoken. That is, until tonight.
As she lay in bed, she heard a soft knock on her bedroom window. She got up to investigate and saw Jake standing there, his face illuminated by the moonlight.
“Hey, Samantha,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I couldn’t sleep. I was wondering if you wanted to come outside and talk for a while.”
Samantha hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded and followed him out to the courtyard. They sat down on a bench, and Jake turned to face her.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he said, taking her hand in his. “I know we don’t really know each other, but I feel like there’s something between us.”
