The New Neighbor’s Welcome
Yuriko Hosaka had noticed him the moment the moving truck pulled up—tall, quiet, carrying boxes with easy strength. For days she caught herself watching from the kitchen window, heart racing every time their eyes met across the hallway. Tonight the craving won.
She knocked on his door wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and a shy smile, holding a plate of homemade mochi as an excuse. “I thought you might be hungry after all that unpacking,” she said, voice soft. He invited her in without hesitation.
The mochi never made it to the table. Conversation turned to laughter, then lingering glances, then the slow untie of her robe. They moved to the couch, then the bedroom, hands exploring with the same careful curiosity as neighbors meeting for the first time. Every kiss felt like permission; every touch answered yes.
When they finally lay tangled in sheets, breathless and glowing, Yuriko traced lazy circles on his chest. “Welcome to the building,” she whispered.
He laughed, pulling her closer. Some hellos last all night.
She knocked on his door wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and a shy smile, holding a plate of homemade mochi as an excuse. “I thought you might be hungry after all that unpacking,” she said, voice soft. He invited her in without hesitation.
The mochi never made it to the table. Conversation turned to laughter, then lingering glances, then the slow untie of her robe. They moved to the couch, then the bedroom, hands exploring with the same careful curiosity as neighbors meeting for the first time. Every kiss felt like permission; every touch answered yes.
When they finally lay tangled in sheets, breathless and glowing, Yuriko traced lazy circles on his chest. “Welcome to the building,” she whispered.
He laughed, pulling her closer. Some hellos last all night.
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