Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Baylor
“Where do you keep running off to, Twix?” I asked my cat as he rubbed his head against my palm, purring softly.
The weather had gotten warmer since the start of the summer and much to my dismay, Twix kept finding his way outside.
I’d much rather him be an indoor cat than an outdoor one but I gave up the fight a couple of weeks ago.
Instead I carted his ass to the vet, got him on some extra preventative meds, and installed a small kitty door.
Yeah, the cat was spoiled.
But he was my baby. I’d give him the world if I had to. I didn’t have anyone to give it to.
I sipped my coffee and opened the news app on my phone. Catching up on world news and current events was my favorite pastime in the morning. Along with giving Twix all the love.
My fingers grazed over something hard and I stopped. That didn’t feel like fur or part of his collar.
And that’s when I saw it. A piece of paper tucked inside Twix’s collar.
What the hell could this be?
I slid the paper out and unfolded it, my eyes scanning over the words. Twila? Who was she? A neighbor?
A light bulb popped on.
The new next-door neighbor. I wonder if it’s her.
I’d seen her around from time to time. She was younger, gorgeous, and full of curves. I told myself to stay the hell away, as love was not something I wanted to deal with, but I couldn’t help feeling drawn to her.
And not just because of her looks.
Her presence. Her aura. I felt it everywhere outside.
Now she was attaching notes to my cat's collar?
Why was he going over there anyway?
“Twix! Are you bothering our neighbor?”
“Meow!” Twix responded before head butting me for the millionth time.
I’d lived in this cabin for years. I loved the solitude, the peaceful existence, the absence of people everywhere I turned.
The cabin next to me had been empty for years, until recently someone bought it from the bank, fixed it, and put it up for sale. I knew my days of solitude were coming to an end, but since the woman had moved in, I’d barely heard a peep.
Which got me thinking…she was my kind of people. But that didn’t mean I wanted to get to know her more.
Or did I?
It looked like Twix went ahead and decided for the both of us.
I fetched a piece of paper and pen and scrawled out my own note back.
Twila. What a beautiful name. Goes pretty well with Twix. I’m glad you’ve become friends. He’s a good boy. Baylor.
I read it over and nearly tossed it. But I shook my head and gripped the counter. No. I was doing this. I couldn’t ignore her. That would be rude.
Folding the paper, I tucked it inside Twix’s collar. Maybe she’d respond or maybe she won’t. Either way, it put a smile on my face.
Twix came home with another note the next day.
It does go well with Twila. Your yard is very nice. I like your purple pansies. Flowers make me smile. Happy days- Twila
I swallowed hard as my heart beat erratically. I stared at her words as the visceral reaction in my body took over, my mouth suddenly dry and full of cotton, my heart racing a race I didn’t expect, and my stomach riding a rollercoaster I never wanted on.
How does she do it?
Her mere words have me ready to drop to my knees and give her the world.
I scrawled out another note quickly, ready to throw an entire platter of chicken in her yard if it meant Twix would run to her quicker. Waiting a day in between notes was too long. I needed more.
My note read
Your notes make me smile. Please don’t stop writing them. Or feeding my cat chicken. He’s become more demanding but it’s worth it. Baylor
I chuckled to myself, like an idiot already in love with someone I’d never met and tucked the note inside Twix’s collar. I scooped him into my arms and grabbed the bag of chicken treats I kept on the counter.
“Meow, meow!” Twix cried as I walked us outside.
“I know you want some. Hold on.” I carried him across the deck and into my backyard, over to my neighbor’s waist high fence. I scanned the back yard, but she wasn’t around, so I tossed some treats into her yard and set Twix free, hoping he’d hang out for a while.
I wanted her to see my note and write me back. Flashes of middle school ran through my head, waiting for the girl I crushed on to pass me a note.
Fuck, this was silly. I was a grown man.
I didn’t pass notes.
Yet I found myself looking forward to it.
And later that afternoon, another note came back.
LOL. He has been more demanding, huh? He’s always over here begging. But I don’t mind. Because it means I get another note from you. You’re an awesome neighbor by the way. It’s so quiet and peaceful here. Happy days- Twila
So she liked my notes, too.
My heart sped up, my stomach twirling in circles.
The reaction my body had from her words left me curious. Who was this woman?
I had to meet her.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I didn’t write a note back. Instead, I took a shower and put on a decent pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I combed my hair and shaved. Sprayed on some cologne and made myself presentable.
And then I marched over to her cabin before I could change my mind.
I knocked on the door and waited.
No footsteps. No sounds.
I glanced towards the driveway and a car sat there. She must be home, right?
I knocked on the door once again and also rang the doorbell.
“Hold on! I’m coming.” A voice called out.
The door swung open and there she stood, her hair a bit wild, her cheeks flushed, in only a pair of short pajama bottoms and a tank top, her amazing curves on full display.
Holy fuck.
Seeing her from a distance didn’t bring her true justice.
She was beyond gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. Far more gorgeous than words could ever express.
“Hi.” Twila smiled shyly and my dick jerked to life.
My eyes fell to her breasts, her nipples on display, my dick growing harder by the second. I yanked my eyes away, hoping she didn’t notice, but desperate to take more of her in.
“Hi. Twila, is it?”
She nodded and licked her lips.
Holy shit. I was in big fucking trouble.
I wanted her. All of her. All for me.
First, I felt her words. Then I saw her face. There were no doubts. She was all mine.