The power cut out at 11:47 p.m.
One second my vibrator was buzzing against my c**t like it had a personal vendetta, the next second nothing. Pitch f*****g black. The AC died with a pathetic wheeze and the whole apartment turned into a sauna. Atlanta in July is already hell and now it was hell with no mercy.
I was so close. So goddamn close. My p***y was throbbing, swollen, dripping down my thighs, and then… silence.
I threw the useless toy across the room, heard it clatter against the wall, the same wall that separates my bedroom from his.
Caleb.
Quiet white boy next door. Cute in that awkward, “I don’t know I’m fine” way. Lean shoulders, messy blond hair, shy little smile in the elevator every morning. I’d been listening to him for three weeks.
Every night around this time he sta
