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I let my neighbor fuck me during a power outage So the power went out on Thursday night. Not like a flicker and come back situation. Full blackout. The whole building. The whole block probably. There was this massive storm rolling through and the wind was insane and the lights went out at like 9pm and did not come back. I was sitting in the dark scrolling my phone and watching the battery percentage go down like a countdown to boredom when someone knocked on my door. It was my neighbor. Rio. He lives in the apartment next to mine. I have talked to him a handful of times. He moved in about two months ago. He is tall. Dark skin. Has this really nice smile where one side goes up before the other. He works at a surf shop down the street and he is always carrying a board to or from his car. I have looked. Obviously I have looked. "Hey" he said. "Do you have candles? I have zero candles. I have one flashlight and the batteries are questionable." I had candles. I had like fifteen candles because I am the kind of person who buys candles every time I go to Target and never lights them. I told him to come in. We set up candles all over my living room. Lined them up on the coffee table and the windowsill and the kitchen counter. It looked kind of romantic in a way that was accidental but also not entirely accidental because I chose the good smelling ones on purpose. He had brought a bottle of wine. Red. He said he grabbed it because it seemed like a blackout was a special occasion. I got two glasses and we sat on the floor in front of the couch because it felt right. Like sitting on the floor during a power outage by candlelight with a stranger who is also your neighbor is the kind of thing that requires you to be on the ground. We drank wine and talked. About the storm. About where we grew up. He is from Northern California. Moved here for the waves. He told me about this one time he got caught in a rip current and I told him about the time I got stung by a jellyfish on my ass and he laughed so hard wine almost came out of his nose. The thunder was getting louder. The kind of thunder that vibrates through the walls and makes the candles flicker. Lightning lit up the whole room every few minutes and in those flashes I could see his face so clearly. The shape of his jaw. The way he was looking at me like I was the only interesting thing in a room full of flames. A big crack of thunder hit and I flinched. Not a big flinch. Just a little one. But he noticed and he put his hand on my knee and said "You good?" "I'm good." He did not move his hand. The thunder rolled again and this time I did not flinch. I leaned into him. He looked at me in the candlelight and I looked at him and then he kissed me and the timing was so perfect it felt scripted. His mouth was warm and tasted like wine. I kissed him back and my hand went to his jaw and his hand went from my knee to my waist. We kissed for a long time on the floor of my apartment while the storm threw everything it had at the windows and the candles danced on every surface. He picked me up. Like scooped me off