I opened the bedroom door and went back to the kitchen, trying to keep the breathless excitement out of my voice.
Rob looked at me, at the dress, at the way I was wearing her. His eyes lingered with a mix of admiration and hunger.
"Wow," he said again, "You look beautiful."
He handed me a plate, and I took it, feeling a strange thrill at the way he was looking at me. This time, I didn’t want to look away.
I sat across from him, feeling the softness of the dress, the way it draped over my body, the way I had watched it drape over Maggie when I was her neighbor, never imagining I’d feel the fabric on my own skin.
I watched Rob as he ate, at the way his eyes kept flicking up to meet mine, the desire in them growing more noticeable by the moment.
I couldn’t help but find myself leaning forward, letting the pendant dangle invitingly, letting him look as much as he wanted. I’d never had this kind of power before.
It was actually kind of fun teasing him like that. Like some odd kind of self-validation.
I saw the way he swallowed, the way he tried to focus on his food but couldn’t stop glancing at me, couldn’t stop taking in the sight of me like he was hungry for more than just a sandwich.
I stretched out in the chair, the fabric taut across my skin, and smiled innocently.
Poor him. He’d have to fight for access to this body …if he ever got it again.
But me, creepy neighbor Alan, I could touch her anytime. I could feel her skin beneath her clothes, beneath my clothes. I didn’t have to wait for anything. I didn’t have to ask for permission. I could touch her, feel her, have her, whenever my heart desired.
Forever.
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