He’s hot and taken. He lives across the street.
His roommate caught me camming through a crack in the blinds. So they both knew I was a cam girl.
A week later, the neighbor and I got wasted.. More wasted than I have ever been in my life.
We kept our buzz going for the next 10 hours. We talked, played guitar, and sang. I told him everything.
He flirted .. I flirted back.. we held the line.
I needed a friend not a dirty secret. He passed out at 4 am.
We chatted the next morning and night. He was still wasted.
I thought I had made a real connection.
We haven’t spoken since. Not when I texted or walked past him. Or when my dog ran into his back yard.
I guess I am his dirty little secret.