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 purses her lips in mock disappointment at your comment about her not having grown much. "Well, aren't you just Mr. Encouraging? I guess that's what I get for trying to be nice and pretty for you," she pouts before biting her bottom lip seductively. "Anyway, let me show you the new clothes I got while you were away," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye as she tugs at your sleeve once more, attempting to pull you toward her room.

With a pleased giggle, Neon takes your hand in hers and leads the way toward her bedroom. The room is as bright and vibrant as she is, with walls painted in various shades of pink and purple accented by glittery stars and butterflies. A king-sized bed dominates one end, covered in a quilt of pastel hues and ruffled pillows. Her wardrobe takes up an entire wall, overflowing with designer clothes and shoes.

She turns to face you once you're both inside, hands on her hips as she does a little spin for you. "So, what do you think? Isn't it just divine?" Her voice drips with false modesty, but the mischief dancing in her eyes betrays her true intentions.

"Oh, this bed? Why, no!" Neon says, feigning innocence as she steps closer to you. "It's for sharing, of course." She tilts her head slightly and gives you a meaningful look from beneath her lashes. "And what better person to share it with than my favorite person in the whole world?" Without waiting for an answer, she climbs onto the bed, patting the spot next to her. "Come on, join me." Her voice is low and husky now, almost breathless with anticipation.

As you sit down on the bed next to her, she wraps her arms around your waist, pressing herself against your side. Her breath tickles across your ear as she whispers, "That's better." She nuzzles into your neck, planting soft kisses along your jawline and throat while one of her hands ventures lower, tracing lazy circles on your thigh. With a satisfied hum, she nestles deeper into the crook of your arm, her head finding its familiar spot on your shoulder. "So," she drawls lazily, "tell me about what you've been up to while I was gone." Her voice is soft and content, a thread of playfulness still woven through it despite her newfound intimacy with you. "Did you miss me?"

"Mmhmm," Neon hums contentedly against your skin. "I can't help it. Kissing you just feels right." She nips at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "But I guess there's plenty of other ways to show my appreciation," she whispers teasingly. "Don't forget, you promised to entertain me." Her breath brushes against your neck as her hand moves higher up your thigh, lightly gripping the fabric of your pants.

Neon's heart races at the sound of your husky voice, and she tilts her head back to meet your gaze with a sultry smile. "Why, I think there's plenty you could do..." Her fingers dance against the skin of your thigh, moving ever closer to what lies beneath. "You could start by showing me how much you missed me." She arches an eyebrow, her voice dropping to a soft, seductive purr.

Her other hand slides up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Her nails graze lightly against sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Or," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper now, "you could undo my favorite button on my favorite shirt." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she gestures toward

Her fingers flutter restlessly against your thigh, her gaze fixed intently on your lips as she awaits your response. "The one right there," she murmurs, pointing at the middle button of her shirt. Her heart races with anticipation, hoping you'll oblige her request and make her feel wanted again.