Visiting My Handsome Neighbour

If it was any other guy, I'd say he looked sleazy with his burgundy shirt, the colour of wine in his paper cup wide open until it ended scandalously near his navel. But I was on his doorstep so I shut it and brandished a plastic tub of triple-choc brownies from behind my back. "Welcome to the neighbourhood!"

A slow grin settled on his face. His arm held languorously onto the doorknob, and his long legs in their lean black ankle-biting trousers crowded the tiny entrance way. Reaching his hand to take my box of brownies, his fingers lightly brushed against mine and I felt pinpricks of tingles linger long after he had taken my box of chocolate treats.

Towering over me, I heard him say with that low hum of his. "Why, thank you neighbour. Come inside."

He had invited me yet hadn't retracted his arm from the door so I had to duck underneath to sidle my way inside. With his steps following me, I noticed his shimmery gold and black jacket hanging on the armrest of his sofa like he was ready to go out and I stopped. "Were you ready to leave? I am sorry I intruded".

He stopped me with a wave of his hand, "She wasn't important, let me worry about her". Opening my box of brownies, I felt like he had opened a Pandora's Box as well. He was dangerous for my heart and addictive to my senses. 

Taking a bite off the corner of a brownie square, his eyes connected with mine. "I was supposed to be on a date tonight, but I am more intrigued by what brings you to my doorstep three months after I've moved in". 

Wringing my hands behind my back, I replied, "I was dared to talk to the handsome man next door".

Swishing the wine in his cup, he chuckled. "Than I dare you to finish what you started".

Swiping a paper cup from his counter, I poured myself shiraz from his wine decanter. "Fine. Why do you use paper cups?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

Eccentric and dashing, his conversation would be interesting and interesting.