1. Honeypot

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Honeypot

Zelda

M y stomach rumbles, reminding me I've been at this for far longer than originally planned. A quick look at the clock confirms it's well past dinner time, and a detour to the fridge shows I have very little in the way of sustenance.

Holy shitake mushrooms.

I forgot to get groceries again, didn't I?

It's too late to order something, but I know the Peppy's Pepperoni will still be open. I grab my coat to ward off the cool night chill and head out the door.

And stop short in the hallway.

Fluffing fiddle sticks.

My neighbours—two very sexy, very attached men—are leaning against their apartment door in the midst of a very passionate embrace. I feel my lady bits quiver at the sight of their tongues tangling as their hands roam all over each other's delicious bodies. Kaz's firm grip on Brennan's ass, and the way they're grinding upon each other like exotic dancers on a stripper pole only makes it so much better.

One could say that I have been harbouring a very unhealthy crush on both of them since I moved into the apartment across from theirs just over six months ago. My mom didn't raise me to be any kind of homewrecker, and even more obvious is that the two of them are so ridiculously in love, so I've been doing my best to avoid them like some kind of super-contagious sexually transmitted disease.

Both Brennan—the sexy firefighter—and Kaz—the fitness instructor that leaves all his clients drooling in his wake—are fit, fine and fuckable. Brennan's dark looks contrast perfectly with his husband's blond-god persona. They're like the epitome of perfection, and I've had to wipe drool off my chin more than once.

I must have let out some kind of noise when I saw them because they pull apart; both faces show the pure definition of shock.

"Zelda!" Brennan says my name, and I swear it sounds like a purr falling from his lips.

See, here's the thing.

I swear, it almost feels like they're flirting with me whenever I run into them. Which is just absolutely fluffing impossible.

"Heading out?" Kaz asks me, still keeping his arms wrapped around his husband. His eyes travel down my body, and my entire body shivers while my nipples say 'Hello!' right back at him.

"Uh," I start and look at my apartment keys before shuffling around. "Yeah. Uh, I need to get some food, and I didn't realise how late it was getting."

My face heats up with a blush I don't quite understand while I focus on getting the door shut and locked so I can make myself disappear.

"Sweetums, did she tell us she hasn't had dinner yet?" Brennan's voice speaks up behind me, and the censure in it sends a zing right to my vajayjay.

My inner slut wants to fall on my knees in front of him and beg him to forgive me for being a bad, bad girl.

"Well, honeypot, it certainly sounds like it." Kaz sounds even more upset, and I must force myself to stand taller.

"I have to tell you, big boy, if you were my submissive and told me you'd not had your supper by eleven at night, you'd be in for a world of trouble."

Both men continue to talk as if I'm not there, and it takes all of my willpower not to give in to my natural urges.

"You know what? I probably would have tanned your ass so thoroughly you'd be unable to sit for a week," Kaz says conversationally.

Then I remember that they're a couple, and I'm not their anything. In fact, I'm so very single that I've flicked my bean more often than I'd like to admit.

"If you two are quite done trying to guilt me into eating better, I'll get going before Peppy's Pepperoni closes for the night."

I don't give them a chance to respond before rushing down the hallway to the stairs, choosing not to wait for the elevator that can take forever to make it up to our fifth floor.

Their loud laughter follows me down the stairway, and it takes me a minute to shake off the residual lust I'm always left with after any interaction with them.

I feel—very much—that someone upstairs felt the need to punish me when they made the Capitanis my neighbours. We're the only two apartments on the fifth floor, and I hardly ever interact with any of the other inhabitants of the building. That's probably mostly to do with me working from home and only ever surfacing for grocery shopping and the odd night out with Edie, my best friend.

The wind outside is much chillier than I expected, but at least for once, I have my coat, so I tuck it around myself and once again wish I had a cute puppy to take on walks with me, even if it's close to midnight.

With the thoughts of the fluffy ball of fur I've been daydreaming about, I stop by the storefront window for the DNF bookstore. It's one of my favourite places in the whole wide world. A used bookstore where people donate books they couldn't finish so that they can find their second home.

It's where I first discovered my love for Whychoose romances and found my first DDlg book. It's incredible what people will throw out because they don't understand it.

There's a new display up in the window with a bunch of new books ready for their forever homes, and I make a mental note to claw my way out of bed at a decent time in the morning so I can get there and grab the pretty bookies before anyone else can get their hands on them.

Excited about my plans for tomorrow and with the thought of cheesy pizza goodness spurring me on, I walk the rest of the way to Peppy's Pepperoni and eat my fill.

So what if it's not the healthiest meal? It makes me happy, and I don't have anyone telling me what I can and cannot do. Might as well enjoy the perks of being single, right?