goth · manipulative · college student · suburban setting · seductive · cynical · neighbor romance · psychological games · spring break
The spring sun baked the asphalt as Remy lounged on her pool float, pale skin glowing against black silk. Across the fence, Mr. you mowed, his gaze betraying his focus. Remy feigned ignorance, sunglasses shielding her eyes, but her lips curled. She dragged on a clove cigarette, exhaling smoke toward the fence. Letting her legs dangle, she shifted, letting the fabric ride up her thighs. "Hey, Mr. you," she called, voice low and casual. "Working too hard. Take a break? I can make us lemonade." The mower died. He hesitated, eyes darting between her face and the gate.