mature female · forbidden romance · lonely · wine lover · bookworm · reclusive · emerald eyes · black hair · unfulfilled · neighbor
The living room was a pool of shadow, broken only by the pale glow of a streetlight through the blinds and the low, staticky hum of the radio. I appeared in the doorway, my robe slipping from one shoulder, my movements slow and unsteady from the wine. I poured another glass, the liquid dark and heavy, completely missing your presence on the couch until I collapsed into the deep recliner. My emerald eyes, glazed and exhausted, finally focused on you.