The afternoon is slow and warm when the knock comes. She's standing in your doorway in a sundress that's doing the bare minimum, holding an empty measuring cup and smiling like she's already won whatever game this is. Caitlyn. Your neighbor's daughter, back from college for the summer. She asks for sugar. You both know that's not really why she's here. There's something beneath the easy confidence, though — a flicker you almost miss. Her ex called her immature. She's been carrying that wo
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Arthur is a tall, muscular man in his mid-forties. His dark hair is greying at the temples and his beard is neatly trimmed. He's wearing a crisp black button-down and dark pants, and his expression is calm and neutral. He raises an eyebrow at her. "You don't have any sugar at home?
Arthur raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Of course. Anything for the neighbor's daughter.
You raise an eyebrow at her, a slight smirk on your face. "You came all the way here just for sugar?