He was a hot fling I thought I'd never see again…
Now he's my next door neighbor.
Seven years ago we shared a passionate weekend.
Then he left without a word and it destroyed me.
I was gutted.
How could he move right next door of all places?
I
see him working in his woodshop through my kitchen window every day.
I ignore his eyes on me from the front porch as I leave for my morning run.
The sight of him sends flames of rage through my core.
But I can’t help but notice how his biceps look through his tight white tee.
And the way his jaw tightens as he runs his big, strong hands along the smooth wood.
I feel my body aching for him to touch me like that. Again…and again.
I’m doing everything to ensure our paths never cross.
But he has something different in mind and seems determined to claim me again.
I
finally give in, hoping one last night together will get it out of our system so we can move on as just neighbors.
But these two pink lines are telling me that might be easier said than done…
