“But we’re not done.”

She looked up,Fuck My Neighbor her boyish face tightening, a smirk tugging at her wet lips. You’re a freaking powerhouse.”

She sat up fully, her jeans creaking as she adjusted, and crossed her arms–his arms–over her chest, though the gesture looked awkward in his slighter build. I’ve had it. She propped herself up on one elbow, her bicep–his bicep–flexing slightly under the motion, and stared down at him.