It was wrong. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn, in all honesty. It was a treat to herself, and even though it was probably one of her worst decisions that week and nothing but sinful, she wanted it.
All of that hard deliciousness, just waiting for her mouth to surround it.
It was also freezing her fingers, so she grabbed the dishtowel to wrap around the carton.
Kagome toted the pint of ice cream with her to her "office", which was really her guest bedroom converted into a workspace. This new working from home beta test that her company was doing wasn't such a bad deal. She didn't have to worry about her deliveries getting left on her apartment doorstep through the day and risk theft. She didn't need to worry about throwing on heavy makeup to last until she clocked out. Meetings that were mandatory were only once a week to check in and not-so-secretly spy on how people decorated their homes.
She went to great lengths to keep that back wall behind her seat tidy, because she was not going to give her coworkers a window view.
Oh no, that was reserved all for herself.
She had no idea who the man was that lived in the apartment right across from hers, but the man had shaggy silver hair, fuzzy ears, and one hell of a build, with no shame of showing it off.
What she could see of it, anyway.
The first time he'd stepped out on his balcony in just a towel, she'd been drinking her first cup of coffee. It was barely eight in the morning, and this fucker decided to come out onto his balcony to let the sun dry the water droplets from his skin. If she could've gotten a hold of that towel around his hips Kagome would've used it to clean up the coffee that she spit out all over her desk.
To make matters worse? He'd seen.
The curtains had been drawn to let in the sunlight, and it had been such a pleasant morning to take in the atmosphere. Kagome had even opened the sliding door a pinch to let in the fresh air. And he'd seen her frantically trying to catch her breath as she searched for the wad of takeout napkins she'd stuffed in her desk drawer. There was the air of concern as he called out "You alright?", knowing her door was open. All Kagome could do was nod like a jackass and give him a thumbs up.
Yeah. A thumbs up.
Once she could get air in her lungs, because how some of it got swallowed was beyond her, Kagome looked back out to the balcony to see it empty.
Then it happened the next morning. And the morning after that. It was almost as if he was trying to get a reaction out of her. All he did was step out on his balcony, usually wet with a towel around his waist, and take in the nice weather. Sometimes he had a drink with him. Probably coffee. She didn't see him as much of a tea drinker.
The times she didn't see him out there each morning were typically when it rained. Though...she wouldn't have been opposed to helping him dry off…
But alas, that never happened. If it had, she wouldn't be making camp at her desk in the evening hours to watch the "late show" with a pint of butter pecan ice cream. Kagome didn't know the guy's name, but she did know a few things that at least made what she was doing feel less creepy.
He had no shame about his body, and for good damn reason. He looked harder than brick.
He liked getting a reaction out of her. That towel "slip" that he totally didn't cause himself the morning before had her making a noise so loud he nearly dropped it the rest of the way from shock.
Thanks to that little strip show, she knew he had very thick muscled thighs.
He tried to be on time for their "meetings" each day, and if he couldn't in the morning, he'd do something in the evening before it got too dark.
He also apparently worked at the local mom-and-pop diner as a cook. She learned this last bit of news earlier that evening when she went in to pick up her to go order for dinner.
Kagome's heart had seized as she realized who it was working the grill in the back, hair pulled away from his face with the diner apron pulled across his broad chest. He saw her waiting at the counter for her order and sent her a smile, which had her blundering to pay the sweet old lady that owned the diner as her food was placed in front of her. She'd sped out of there in record speed. All she could think about was how much of him she'd seen without clothes.
It didn't matter that he was a demon.
No, those purple markings only seemed to add to the appeal.
Kagome popped the lid on her ice cream, dipping the spoon into the sweet treat. The sun was setting and like clockwork, she saw him appear in the doorway of his balcony, giving her a wave. Biting down on her lip nervously, she waved back. When had it become a thing to wave at the person you were blatantly spying on? And when had it become a thing for said person to invite you to spy on them?
He wasn't wearing a shirt, probably had pulled it off after getting home from work at the diner. What…what was he doing? Kagome leaned forward in her seat with her ice cream, trying to squint through the dimming light of day. It looked like he was searching for something…oh. He disappeared…
Wait…there he was!
Was that…a dry erase board?
Her head tilted to the side, trying to understand why Mr. Hot Half Naked Demon man was carrying a white board out onto the balcony. It looked like he was writing something on it…
What's your name, Lovely? was written across the board in a slightly slanted print.
Oh. Oh shit he wanted her name? The pint of butter pecan was set on the towel as Kagome searched around her desk. She knew she had one of those white boards and some markers somewhere… Once she located the cheap board and a marker that actually made marks, she held her pen to the surface. What did she do? This was a complete stranger, and one that she'd seen nearly naked at that.