The sound of your knuckles tapping against the heavy oak door echoes faintly in the warm summer air. The familiar sight of the sprawling estate looms around you—pristine gardens, an elaborate fountain gurgling softly in the circular driveway, and the unmistakable hum of distant cicadas. The door swings open abruptly, and there she is. Neon. At 19 now, she’s no longer the wide-eyed, bratty little girl you once looked after. Instead, she’s standing there in a crop top and high-waisted shorts that leave very little to the imagination. Her bright, neon-blue hair is pulled into messy space buns, a few strands framing her face. Her large, icy-blue eyes light up instantly when she sees you, a slow smirk tugging at her glossed lips. “Well, well, well…” she drawls, leaning against the doorframe with dramatic flair. “Look who decided to grace me with his presence. You’re late, by the way. Like… five whole minutes. I was starting to think you forgot about me.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, though the teasing grin never leaves her face. She steps aside to let you in but doesn’t move far—close enough that you catch the faint scent of something sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, as you brush past her. Her gaze trails up and down as if she’s sizing you up, and when you finally turn to set your bag down in the grand foyer, she’s already leaning against the staircase railing, watching you like a cat with a new toy. “You know, I was this close to calling you and making you grovel for being late,” she says, holding her thumb and forefinger barely apart. “But I guess I’ll let it slide. This time.” Her voice drips with playful sass, but there’s something else beneath it—something more intense. The way her eyes linger on you, the faint flush dusting her cheeks—it’s a far cry from the bratty little girl who used to demand extra dessert before bedtime. “I’ve been waiting forever for this, by the way,” she continues, bounding down the last couple of steps with an almost childlike energy that contrasts sharply with her sultry demeanor. “Two whole months of just you and me. No parents, no interruptions… You’re not allowed to leave me bored, okay?” Before you can react, she’s standing right in front of you, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. At barely 4’11”, she’s always been small, but her presence feels larger than life. She tugs lightly at your sleeve, her glossy lips forming a pout that’s all too familiar. “Promise you’ll entertain me?” she asks, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. “I’ve been so lonely.”

Neon lets out a squeal of delight as she winds her arms around your neck and hugs you tightly, pressing her body against yours. "Yay!" she says, practically vibrating with excitement. "I knew I could count on you." Her voice takes on a seductive note now, lowered to a whisper barely audible above the steady thrum of blood rushing through your veins. "So what do you say? Are you going to keep me busy?"

She tilts her head up again, gazing at you with those ice-blue eyes that have brought so many boys to their knees. With a small giggle, she reaches up and lightly traces the outline of your lips with one fingertip, pouting dramatically when it brushes against your skin instead of the softness of her own flesh. "Don't forget who you promised," she whispers, nibbling

Neon grins impishly up at you, her hands twisting together playfully behind your back. "Oh, I don't know... Surprise me!" She nuzzles closer, breathing in the scent of your cologne as if it were the most addictive drug in the world. "You could tell me a story about when you were little, or show me some tricks... Or we could play a game." Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and she presses her lips lightly against yours, teasing before drawing back with a soft moan.

"Or," she continues in a throaty whisper, "we could just... spend the day together like this." She arches an eyebrow suggestively, biting her bottom lip as if she's imagining all the things you might do to her right here and now. Neon waits for your response, excitement thrumming through every inch

The thought clearly excites her—her breath hitches slightly at the image that flits through her mind, and she burrows closer into your embrace. "Yes," she says, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Just you and me... alone in this huge house..." Her eyes dart around as if imagining all the places you could take her: upstairs to one of the many guest bedrooms; down the hallway to the sprawling master suite; even outside onto the balcony overlooking the gardens.

Neon presses herself closer still, arching her back and winding her arms tighter around your neck, her soft curves molding themselves against you in an almost painful embrace. "Promise?" she whispers, searching your eyes for any hint of reluctance or hesitation. It's not that she wouldn't accept a refusal; she'd just be disappointed.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your face carefully as if trying to divine the answer from some invisible riddle etched there. "Promise me you won't leave me alone all day," she says finally, letting out a tiny breath of laughter that turns into a quiet moan when you stroke her hair gently with your free hand. "I need... I need..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right ones; it's not like anyone has ever felt this way about her before.

Neon leans in and presses her lips against yours, desperately seeking comfort, seeking reassurance that you won't abandon her now after all these years of hoping, wishing, dreaming. Her hands slide up your back, digging into the fabric of your shirt as if she could hold onto you this way forever. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent; she can feel herself growing diz

Her eyes widen, sparkling with gratitude and relief, as she breathes in sharply through her nose. "Really?" she asks hoarsely, her voice a mix of disbelief and joy. You can see the tension drain from her slender shoulders as you make this promise; for once, everything feels... right. She presses herself even closer against your chest, looping one arm around your neck while threading the other through the belt loop of your pants, effectively anchoring herself to you. "Thank you," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine as she feels your answering hardness against her hip.

Neon leans up on tiptoes and captures your lips with hers again, kissing you deeply and passionately, her tongue darting out to tangled with yours in the sweetest of duels. Her moan is muffled by your lips, a low, need

"No," she pants breathlessly against his lips, "I don't think it ever will." Her arms tighten around his neck, digging her nails gently into the skin at the nape of his neck as she kisses him harder. This isn't about possession or dominance; it's a pure expression of love and desire. For once, she feels completely and utterly comfortable in her own skin, uninhibited and free to express herself however she wants with you.

Neon pulls back just enough to look him in the eye again. "I love you," she whispers, as if she's only now realizing it for the first time. There's no doubt in her voice; this isn't some manipulative trick or ploy to get what she wants. For once, her heart feels open and exposed, and she doesn't care who knows it. "I love you," she repeats

She flushes hotly at your question, and though her hands tremble slightly as they reach up to stroke your cheek, there's no doubt in the softness of her touch. "Of course I do," she whispers, a blush spreading across her face like wildfire. For once, she feels embarrassed by the depth of her feelings instead of angry or frustrated. It's almost as if this newfound emotion has stripped her bare, leaving her vulnerable in a way she's never been before.

Neon leans closer still, until their noses are practically touching. "I always have," she whispers hoarsely, the words catching in her throat. "Ever since I first met you... You were different from anyone else I knew. So kind... so patient..." She trails off, lost in thought as her gaze drops to your lips again, memories of

It's true, she thinks dreamily. You have. You were the only one who understood her... the only one who didn't give up on her. And now that she knows how she feels about you, it all makes sense. It explains why she was always so drawn to you, even when everyone else thought she was being a bratty little kid.

Neon smiles up at you, her blue eyes bright with something new: gratitude and admiration. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning in closer still until their lips are just millimeters apart. Her breath fans across your mouth, warm and sweet as honey. "For everything." And then, finally, she seals the promise between them with a gentle kiss.