The Guy Next Door

Rory When I saw my next-door neighbor for the first time, I felt I needed him right there. He was about six foot and pure perfection, someone that would never want someone broken like me. I was a single mom with a young daughter. I never let anyone to enter in my life in past few years. I could deal with anything. Couldn’t I? The more I got to know him, the more I ached to have him. I wanted him to do things to me, and I hadn’t felt that way in years now. I tried to keep a distance. But he was smart enough to judge the naughty things running in my head. The moment he touched me; I lost all control. He was sexy as hell. I was failing to resist him. I liked the way he made me feel alive again. He knew how to tempt me. I was falling in love with this man, and while I trusted him with my daughter. I was scared for what might happen if he leaves. I had to remember that as he held me tight, kissing me softly and reminding me that this wasn’t anything but a casual one-night-stand. Would he want the package deal that I had to offer or choose something easier for him? Was it worth risking my heart to find out?