Robert Goren let his eyes glaze over as he looked out over the roof of his apartment building. He sat his beer bottle on the edge of the over hang and jumped up next to it. The wind sliced through his skin, but he was to drunk to notice. He began to walk in slow steps around the roof. His stumbling steps took his to the other side of the building, and he let his eyes wander to the back of Alex's apartment.
She would be getting ready for bed now. He glanced around at her bed room that now filled his vision. He gulped. She would probably sleep in sweats and a shirt. Maybe a cami if her heat was working. Bobby let his eyes wander down "her" body. He only got to her neck and let out an almost purr. God, how Bobby had caught himself staring at her neck during the day, wishing that he could trail his fingers down the curves of her neck to the base of her neck and then pull her close and trail his lips...
Not good thoughts, not good thoughts. Bobby shook his head. He unwilling cleared his head of her. It would do him no good to think of her neck or...mmmm. He could almost taste...STOP! He looked at the dark windows, and Bobby knew-just knew-that Alex would be in bed, slowly drifting to sleep. He smiled and threw his arms up. With his heead back he screamed,"I give up! I'm in love with Alex Eames! I admit it! I love her! I love Alex!"