Nextdoor neighbour

Neva glimpsed like a lost rabbit. Mused eyebrows—and almond eyes enlarges to form a deer doe. The mystery man finds the fair cottontail, adorable.

He smiles, his hands itching to pat the shorter one's floating head. As he does so... A soft touch on the head lush with fur, she reflexively takes steps in reverse.

Another one, and she knocks down the stocked goods from the mall's rack, embarassing the heck out of the new girl in the neighborhood.

In a sudden, he seizes her hand, thudding the bodies. Neva stills for a moment, his warmth numbing her head.

Abruptly, she forces him away—unstirring perflexed from the collision of chests.

"I–I can fight!!" Neva retaliates, clenching her fists. She illusioned of him taking advantage of her. He inches forward, "I just-"

"Not another step." Neva warns, her fist balled tight: a pose of a geared up martial artist.

She seems to not have no theory of what the man just saved her from.

He touched her! Is all that her senses screams at this very moment. He was being a jerk!

She stands in a martial art L-stance.

Very ready to attack!

The man towering her, his eyes beholding amusement and glow glittered with vibrant sparks.

He laughs... So Cruelly Sweet.

'He sounds so attractive?' Neva shakes her head. Has she really gon' nuts?

"How dare you make fun of me! I can dislocate your bones and place them back!!" She hisses at him, picturing a scene, where she pokes serrated thorns in his eyes.

He had those magnificent eyes, eyes which could drown and lead you astray. Those deep eyes of his, he could have her untold truth strip themselves naked.

"Oh really? I'm in for such a good massage." He kneads his clothed biceps, fringes of his lips curved up vaguely.

His response premeditated an announcement, the start of a match in her ears.

Neva grits her teeth, she wishes, to bruise him purple and black.

She squints her eyes, scrutinizing his robust body—simultaneously her eyes wanders around, there were hidden eyes, spying on them; intruding their spicy scene.

She does not wish to make a scene, and he's a big man. His chiseled muscles protruding from his thin sweater shirt. And, his height, he should be more than six feet.

She proposes, he probably knows hundred diverse ways to crush her. Their strength would be the difference between, that of the earth and the sky.

Chances of her bruising like a peach, with only his single stroke, would be very high.

She was lost in thought, he bends over slightly—coordinating the degree of their eyes; he observes her close.

He chuckles, realising she spaces out very easily. She tightens her loosened fists; back to it's fierceness.

"Wha-what I could take you now and here!" She exclaims, her glare burning.

"Oh really? Show me." He dares, standing upright.

"I don't want to make a scene, there's plenty of children here." She says, gulping down her fury. She preferred a foreign hand to be at least ten metres away.

Well, what she said could mean two very contrasting scenes. He certainly gets the picture regarding both of the differing meanings. Nevertheless, young Neva's simply clueless.

"Then we can go in a secluded area, what do you say?" He proposes, hands inside his pants pockets, a smirk arched up on his lips, playing along with what she literally means, yet veils a naughty message behind the words.

"Do you think I'm stupid?!" Neva exclaims, shocked, perhaps, catching on their conversation that could shape and mean entirely distinct from other's point of perceiveness.

Who knows what he'll try with her? Then again, the mystery man wouldn't try anything naughty, because he's a gentleman. But, Neva doesn't know it, she doesn't trust him.

He's a mere stranger, why should she?

She sighs, unknotting her muscles. Her arms back at either side of her frame. She grips the shopping cart, having already been filled with her necessities.

She pushes the cart, without sparing him a word or a glance—scurrying towards the counter.

Her hands busy with the bags, she steps out the convenience store.

The mysterious man, he stands there. He waited for her. Upon seeing her, he reveals a good boy smile and bright eyes.

Glancing at him once, she ignores him, walking ahead to the coziness of her home, wishing nothing than to eat and sleep.

He casually, saunters along beside her.

"Let me help you carry the bags." He offers. Neva feeling him so close, hastens her long strides.

He matches along, earning them, plenty of bizarre looks from the passerbys. Neva closes her eyes, embarrassed, and rather slows down.

"Seriously! You are a headache!" Neva exclaims, annoyed, in a hushed voice.

"Want me to fetch you a remedy?" Showing concern, he 'honestly' inquires.

"Yes, the remedy would be you out of my sight," She purses her lips, glancing at him.

"Seriously! Why are you walking with me?" Gazing straight ahead, she asks.

"Well, I'm just on my way home too." He utters, as a matter of fact.

Neva's flabbergasted. This guy, he better be telling the truth. Or else, he might end up, eating prison food.

They reach her apartment, she hurriedly climbs up the stairs. Standing before her door she places her groceries down. Before pressing the keys to her lock, she glimpses behind, the man climbing up the stairs to the same hallway.

Connecting eyes, he presents her an innocent smile.

She kind of thinks he might be a fool.

'Tailing me around still?'

Liar, he's still here. There's no other apartment building near her place.

"You dare deceive me? I'm calling the police. I just got this place, and now I'll have to move again? You dare invade my privacy!!" She points her index finger at him, accusingly.

"If you don't scamper away following the next two seconds, I swear, I'll call the cops."

She warns him, aggrieved.

"I didn't lie, that's my home." He says, calmly.

Her eyes blares in anger, she is furious, very furious.

"That's my home!! Now you wanna lay claim on my property? You do have iron guts!!"

He steps closer, unfazed, until they were just mere centimetres apart. Neva moves back instinctively, her back touching the door, she forgets to breathe, at the closeness of him.

'He's so large and so tall.'

Reminding herself to not space out at times like these, she berates herself.

Neva fetches out her mobile, dialing a number. As she looks up again, the mysterious man already trudges next door.

He presses keys on the digital lock, garnering him a click sound of the door being opened. He swiftly, gets in.

Neva stands motionless, dumbfounded, her thumb finger lifeless hanging in the air, almost, about to push the call button.

The mysterious man peeks out his head from his own flat.

He chuckles. "Such a mysterious coincidence."

"I never deceive angel. It's as if, fate brought us together. As if the universe celebrated the moment we met. Can you believe it? I'm your nextdoor neighbour." He smiles wide, winking at her—he glides away, disappearing inside.

'What just happened? Can my fate be anymore cruel? That stalker lives nextdoor?'

The door next to her own creaks open again.

"Oh, you're still here. You'll catch a cold gorgeous. Go warm up inside, or do you wanna come in here and help you get hot my self?" He gives her a mischievous smile.

He blabbers a lot. She pales black and blue, messy fingers pressing buttons, she bolts inside her home, to just in a second, for her hand to sneak out and get the almost abandoned grocery bags, she shuts the door in shame. The mystery man laughs out heartily, dreamy rays enduring his dark orbs.

He can't help; but find her sinfully cute.