The Valentine by Lena Little

The VALENTINE
One card. One night.
No turning back

Alex
I found a Valentine’s Day card under my door one night from my neighbor in 3B—the woman
with the long black hair and dimpled smile who doesn’t know I’ve been watching her for months.
Emily thinks I don’t notice her.
Wrong.
I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to talk to her for eight months, but now she has just handed me an engraved invitation.
Her Valentine’s card doesn’t ask me out for dinner.
No, sir.
It describes—in graphic detail—what she wants me to do to her.
My hands. My mouth. Where. How hard.
Well, Emily…
I am just a man, and your wish is my f**king command.