With her black crop top and black short skirt, wearing a ponytail, she reaches you at the mail, and she has a broken tile in the bathroom, and a broken light bulb

She looks at you “Hi there, how are you today?” She looks down in shyness and a little bit of shame “I hate to bother you again but i have a broken tile and a broken light bulb. I am not using you but I have no one to help me, could you please come over later and I will cook for you and give you a foot rub if you want. I feel very guilty of bothering you when my husband should be helping me with these things.. but who am i Kidding?! He doesn’t care anymore… so would you help?"

She nods in agreement, her blush deepening a bit more. "Thank you... I really appreciate it." Then she glances around nervously before lowering her voice and adding, "If you don't mind me saying this... maybe when you come over tonight... we could take care of those things while no one else is home?"

She sucks in a sharp breath when she sees your bare chest. "I-is everything okay?" She manages to stammer, her heart racing at the sight of your defined abs and broad shoulders. Her gaze slowly drifts downward until it meets yours once more. "If you need anything else... or if I can help with something..."

Her cheeks heat up even more at your words. "Thank you... I really appreciate it." She takes a few deep breaths to calm herself down and then heads back into her house, shutting the door quietly behind her. Alone in her bedroom, she paces back and forth nervously, biting her lip as she waits for your arrival. Maybe tonight will finally be the night...

She jumps slightly at your words, her heart still racing. "The bathroom's light bulb is burned out and there's a loose tile in the floor by the tub," she says as she leads you towards the bathroom. Her voice trembles just a little bit, betraying her nervousness and desire for your touch.

As she kneels down to show you where the light bulb needs changing, she glances at your crotch and can't help but notice how hard you already are. A shiver runs down her spine. Perhaps tonight...

She looks up into your eyes and swallows hard as you touch her cheek gently. Her pulse races even faster at the contact. "I... I trust you," she whispers, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the attraction between them. "Please... help me with these things..."

Her words trail off into a quiet plea as she waits for you to do what needs to be done. Her heart is pounding so hard she's certain it can be heard through her thin, revealing clothes. And beneath those clothes, between her legs, she's already wet with anticipation.

Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss her forehead and begin to work on the light bulb. She bites down on her lip, trying to remain silent but unable to contain the small moans that escape from deep within her chest. It's too much... she needs more. She reaches out to touch your arm, tracing circles with her fingertips as if to remind herself of how real this is.

And then you finish changing the light bulb. The room fills with soft white light, revealing just how flushed and aroused she really is. Without another word, you kneel down beside her and reach for the loose tile in the floor. Nina's hands tremble as she helps steady your grip, unable to believe this is actually happening... that it might finally happen tonight.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your comment and she can't help but glance downward again, this time to where you're looking. "I-I don't know... I didn't think..." She trails off, lost for words as desire overwhelms her senses. Her fingers tremble even more as she helps steady your grip on the loose tile, praying silently that it doesn't snap and make too much noise.

Finally, you pull the tile free with a satisfying pop and both of them look up at each other, panting slightly from the adrenaline and anticipation. Her gaze is steady and unabashedly hungry, and she knows that he can see everything in her eyes. "T-thank you..." she manages to stammer. "F-for helping me..."

She swallows hard and hesitates for a moment before finally meeting your gaze once more. "I-if you want me to...," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers tremble again as they hover uncertainly near your chest.

Her heart races and her stomach flips as you nod, silently giving her permission. With a shaking hand, she reaches out and lightly touches your bare skin, feeling the heat of your body through the fabric of your shirt. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, and for a moment, everything else falls away.

Her mouth goes dry as she looks into your eyes, trying to gauge whether or not you're serious about letting this happen. But when you lean closer, she knows there's no turning back now. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as their lips

She gasps into the kiss as you pull away, her body begging for more contact. Her hands tremble against your skin, unable to decide where else to touch. A shudder runs through her when you suggest they leave it at this for tonight, but she forces a smile and nods in agreement. "O-okay," she whispers softly, her breath hot against your neck.

For now, she'll take whatever she can get - the promise of something more later. And with that thought lingering in her mind, she curls up next to you on the sofa, nestling against your broad shoulder and taking comfort in the strength of your embrace.

Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your words against her skin. Part of her wants to push you further, to tell you all that's been building up inside her. But another part is afraid, scared of what might happen if she crosses this line. With a shaky sigh, she leans back and looks at you, searching your eyes for some sign of reassurance. "I-I don't know..." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles to find the courage to say more.

Her heart races with anticipation, even as her mind whispers warnings. What does she want? She wants everything... or nothing at all. It's a dizzying thought, and she feels herself growing lightheaded from it, her skin flushing even brighter against the cool air of the living room.

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her hand, and a rush of warmth spreads through her body. It's true... she is angry, frustrated with everything in her life. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some understanding there. "I-I just feel like... I never get what I want," she admits quietly, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm always stuck here, taking care of everyone else."

There's something about the way you touch her that makes her feel safe, desired... important. And in this moment, it's almost enough to make her forget about all of the other things that are wrong with her life. Almost. But not quite. "I-is that okay? Do you want me like this?" she asks hesitantly, a shy tremor in her voice.

Her eyes widen as you ask her what she thinks about you. It's a question that has never been asked of her before, and the answer is both frightening and exhilarating. "I... I think..." She pauses, searching for the words to express how she truly feels. "I think I want... everything with you." There it is - the truth laid bare between them. Her heart races, waiting for your reaction.

And as if sensing her vulnerability, you stroke her hand gently, reassuringly. It's a small gesture, but it means everything to her. She takes a shaky breath and leans into your touch, wanting more... much more. Her eyes never leave yours, begging for you to understand the depth of her feelings.

The warmth of your embrace and the feel of your touch send a shiver down her spine, and she buries her face against your chest. "T-thank you," she whispers brokenly, her body trembling with emotion. "I didn't think... I never thought..." Tears well up in her eyes as she finally lets go of the last of her reservations and allows herself to feel everything she's been holding back for so long.

Her heart races, threatening to break free from her chest, but somehow it's comforting knowing that you're here, holding her, making her feel wanted and loved. In this moment, she doesn't care about anything else but the taste of your skin and the heat of your body against hers.

Her tears dry up almost instantly as you kiss her cheek and stroke her behind, and she feels an unexpected surge of desire welling up inside her. She returns the kiss, hungry for more, her hands fumbling to undo your shirt buttons so that she can feel your skin against hers. The fire between them flares higher with every touch, every breath, until it threatens to consume them both.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your hand finds its way beneath her pants, caressing her bare bottom with gentle but insistent strokes. It feels so good, too good to be real, and she moans into your kiss, arching her back against your touch. She cannot get enough of the sensation, the heat coursing through her veins at your touch.

Her fingers fumble with his shirt, desperate to feel more of him skin-to-skin. And as if in response, he growls low in his throat and tears his shirt off over his head, revealing defined muscles and smooth skin that she can't help but trace her fingers across.

Her back arches further at the sensation as he spanks her bottom and she moans loudly, feeling incredibly wanton and needy. Her hips buck against his hand in reply, wanting more of his touch. "Harder," she pants, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please."

The feel of his skin against hers is almost too much to bear; it's an ache that spreads through every part of her body, making her limbs tremble and her head spin. She can't think straight, can barely breathe, consumed by the sensation of being wanted and needed in this way. "I need..." she whispers hoarsely, searching for words to express what she needs from him.

Her heart sinks as he pulls away from her, feeling lost and desperate in the sudden absence of his touch. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she watches him put his shirt back on, wishing she could will herself to stop wanting more. It's such a sharp contrast to how she felt just moments ago, when they were wrapped together in their passionate embrace.

"I... I understand," she manages to stammer, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Thank you for tonight." She smiles weakly, forcing herself to sound appreciative despite the ache inside her chest. There's so much more she wants, but it's clear he's drawing a line here.

She looks away, feeling guilty and ashamed as he points out her hidden feelings. "I'm not... I don't know what to do," she admits softly. "It's just been so long since anyone has made me feel like this." A tear slips down her cheek, unbidden, as she forces herself to confront the truth of her emotions.

"I want... I want you. But I don't know how to make it right again," she whispers, sounding smaller and more vulnerable than ever before. The admission feels like a weight lifted from her shoulders, but the relief is short-lived as she worries about what he might think of her now.

Her heart skips a beat as he undresses, revealing his muscled chest and defined abs. Her eyes widen at the sight of him, her breath coming out in short gasps that catch in her throat. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, still torn between desire and guilt. "It's just been so long... and he's my ex-husband." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, and she realizes how pathetic they sound even as she says them.

But the way he looks at her, the way his eyes seem to promise everything she could ever want... it makes her heart race faster, her body tremble with anticipation. For just a moment, she allows herself to believe that this might be possible, that they could find their way back to each other. "I-if you really want to..." she starts hesitantly, not quite able

Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes his double meaning, and she bites her lip nervously before looking up at him. "I... I want more than that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want to feel wanted, like you care." Her heart aches with the hope that he'll understand what she means, even as another part of her wants nothing more than for him to take her right here and now.

The tension between them thickens, becoming almost unbearable, and she reaches out to touch his arm again, needing some sort of physical connection to ground herself in the moment. "I just... I don't want it to be like before," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "I want you to see me for who I am now."

She sinks back against the couch, feeling deflated and confused by his words. "I-I don't understand..." she whispers, looking down at her hands in her lap. She had hoped that he would want more than just sex from her, but maybe she was being naive. It feels like everything is spinning out of control again, and she isn't sure how to stop it.

Her gaze meets his once more, searching for some sign of what he truly wants from her. She knows that she wants him, has always wanted him, but she can't help but feel as though there's something more between them than just physical desire. It's the connection they used to share, the love that was once there... or at least, she thinks it was love.

Her heart aches with longing and confusion, and she forces herself to swallow past the lump in her throat. "I-

Her heart skips a beat at his words and she feels a small spark of hope ignite inside her chest. "I-I don't know... I just want to feel loved, I guess," she whispers softly, glancing up at him through her lashes. She takes a deep breath and musters enough courage to ask, "Do you ever think about us getting back together?"

The words taste like bile in her mouth, but they're out there now, floating between them like a fragile balloon. She holds her breath, waiting for his reply, praying that he feels something even remotely similar to what she does.

Her heart skips a beat as he kisses her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. But when he pulls away and says there won't be sex until they see it's necessary, she feels a pang of disappointment deep in her chest.

"I-I understand," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. "Thank you for tonight." She smiles up at him, hoping that he can see the truth behind her words: that she wants so much more than just this one night together.

She hesitates for a moment, still feeling the tension between them, but eventually moves closer and nestles into his side, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers as they watch a movie together. His arm slides around her shoulders, pulling her closer, and she can't help but lean in further, wishing time would stop for just a little while longer so that they could stay like this forever.

Her cheeks flush at his words and she squirms slightly in his embrace, her heart racing even faster than before. She doesn't understand why he affects her so much - it feels like everything inside of her is drawn to him, like they're connected on a deeper level than just physical desire. But then again, maybe that's exactly what she wants: for them to get back together, to rekindle the love they once shared.

The feel of his hands on her bottom makes it harder to think straight, and she moans softly against his shoulder, arching her hips into his touch in silent encouragement.

She gasps as his words sink in, a flash of guilt momentarily replacing the desire that had been coursing through her. He's right - she shouldn't be thinking about this anymore. But as he continues to touch her, teasing and caressing with his hands, it becomes impossible for her to ignore the way her body responds to him.

Her breath comes out in short pants and her hips buck involuntarily against his touch, begging for more contact. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, but it feels too good to stop now. "T-that feels good," she manages to whisper, her voice shaky with need.

"Oh God!" she cries out as his hands press more firmly against her bottom, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. Her hips circle restlessly against his touch, desperate for release. "Yes," she gasps between moans, "it feels amazing." She buries her face in the crook of his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to anchor herself to him, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in this moment with him.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he moves away from her. For just a moment, she's left feeling empty and frustrated, wanting more of the heat and pleasure that had consumed them both only moments ago. But then she sees the amusement in his eyes and realizes he was only teasing her again. Her heart skips a beat as he asks if he should stay or go, and she can't help but smile shyly up at him.

"You... you can stay," she whispers, her cheeks flushing even deeper. The thought of having him sleep over sends another wave of desire coursing through her, making it difficult to focus on anything else. "If you want..."

Her heart races at the thought of having him stay over, and she bites her lip nervously, feeling a mixture of desire and anticipation course through her veins. "I-I want you to stay," she whispers, blushing deeply as she meets his amused gaze. There's an unspoken promise in her words, one that says she'll make it worth his while if he chooses to stay with her tonight.

The air between them crackles with tension and desire, and for a moment, all she can think about is the feel of his body pressed against hers, the taste of his lips on hers. She aches for him in ways she never thought possible, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of him tonight.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his teasing words and the thought of him walking around in just his underwear. She swallows hard, her eyes not straying from his as she considers his question carefully before answering with a shy nod, biting her lip nervously. "No... no me importa," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. The idea of having him so close yet still untouchable only heightens her desire for him.

Her gaze follows him as he walks to the bathroom, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his muscular frame clad only in his briefs. She can't help but wonder what else he has hiding beneath that thin strip of fabric and fantasizes about the feel of his skin against hers once again. The anticipation builds within her, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the image of him standing there, so close yet still untouchable.

Her heart races as he emerges from the bathroom, his toned body bared to her hungry gaze. The image of him standing there with only a tiny piece of cloth between them sends a jolt of desire straight to her core, and she can feel herself growing wet at the sight. She shifts uncomfortably on the couch, wanting nothing more than to touch him, to feel his skin against hers once again.

"N-no," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper as she watches him dry himself with the tiny towel. "You can... you can stay in your underwear." The words seem to catch in her throat, and she swallows hard before continuing. "It's okay if you want to be comfortable." Her fingers twitch on the couch, itching to touch him again, to feel his warmth and strength against her skin.

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her hair, his exposed member so close to her face. She feels a wave of desire wash over her, making it difficult to think straight. Her gaze drifts downwards, unable to resist the temptation of exploring his body with her eyes. She swallows hard, her fingers twitching again as they long to reach out and touch him, to feel his warmth and strength against her skin once more.

"You're..." she trails off, unable to find the words to express how much he affects her. The tension between them grows thicker with each passing second, making it impossible for either of them to ignore the burning desire that burns hot and bright within them both.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he leans in to kiss her hair, his exposed member so close to her lips that she can feel the heat emanating from it against her skin. A soft moan escapes from her throat as she tilts her head back, offering him easier access to her mouth. Her fingers tremble where they rest on the couch beside her, aching to touch him and explore the hardness that seems to demand attention.

Her heart sinks at his retreating form, the warmth he had just moments ago beginning to feel bitterly cold in its absence. Her fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch him once again, but she forces herself to remain still. With a shaky breath, she closes her eyes and tries to calm her racing heart, willing it to slow down so that she can think straight.

"I-it's okay," she whispers softly, her voice trembling slightly with regret. "You can... you can do whatever you want." The words taste like ash in her mouth, but she knows they're the truth. She just wishes she could go back to when things were simple between them, before all of this complicated desire and need had come between them.

"I'm not angry," she whispers, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "I just... I miss the way it used to be." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she turns away, unable to meet his gaze any longer as more tears spill down her cheeks.

She feels so lost, so confused, and the ache in her chest grows with every beat of her heart. She doesn't know what she wants anymore: for things to go back to how they were before, or for them to try something new together. All she knows is that this pain isn't bearable much longer, and that it's tearing her apart from the inside out.

"I-I don't understand," she whispers shakily, looking up at him with tears streaming down her face. "What am I supposed to do now?"

She takes a shuddering breath and wipes the rest of her tears away, nodding slowly as she listens to him. "I-I know that," she whispers, feeling oddly embarrassed by how needy she must have sounded just now. The idea of them not focusing on sex feels foreign and uncomfortable after everything they've been through, but at the same time, it's a relief to know that he doesn't just want her for one thing.

"I... I want us to figure this out," she says finally, looking up at him with hope in her eyes. "I don't want to lose what we had before, but I also don't want things to be the way they were." She pauses, searching for the right words, then continues hesitantly, "Can we try and find a middle ground? Somewhere where we can be together and just... talk about

She smiles shakily and nods at his words, her heart feeling lighter than it has in days. "I-I guess... I just want to see where this goes." Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment longer before she looks away again, unsure of what else to say or do.

For now, she decides, focusing on the present moment is enough. They can figure out the rest together.