Ethan was on his way back from the corner store, a small plastic bag swinging from his wrist, filled with nothing more than a cheap instant meal and a bottle of soda. But his mind wasn’t on dinner. It was still tangled in the events of last night—his time with Sienna. The way she had leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin. The way her lips had curved into that knowing smirk, as if she saw straight through him. Every second of it replayed in his head like an addictive melody, one he couldn’t silence no matter how hard he tried.For once, he had felt like he belonged in her world, even if just for a moment.But as he approached the entrance of his apartment building, a gravelly voice cut through his thoughts like a sharp blade.“Hey, kid.”Ethan looked up and saw Mr. Langley, his neighbor from two doors down, leaning against the rusted railing outside the complex. The older man was wrapped in his usual worn-out cardigan, his thinning gray hair sticking out in uneven tufts. A
The night was thick with silence—except for the distant hum of traffic, the occasional honk, the faint chatter of pedestrians on the sidewalk below. Ethan sat in his dimly lit room, his laptop open but forgotten, the glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his cluttered desk. His textbook lay untouched beside him, pages flipped to the same chapter for the past hour. No matter how hard he tried to focus, his mind refused to cooperate.Because all he could think about was her.Sienna.The way she smiled. The way she looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, like she saw through him. Like she knew things about him he didn’t even know himself.He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at his own ridiculousness. She was just a neighbor, nothing more. Mr. Langley’s words still lingered in his mind, casting an uneasy shadow over his thoughts. He had tried to push them aside, to convince himself that Sienna was different from whatever assumptions people made ab
Ethan lay awake long after the sounds had faded into silence. His mind replayed them like a broken record, each moan, each breathy gasp gnawing at his insides. He turned onto his side, pressing his face into the pillow, but it didn’t help. The heat of shame clung to his skin like a second layer, suffocating him.It’s none of your business, he told himself. She’s just your neighbor. Nothing more.And yet, the jealousy seething in his chest suggested otherwise. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out the phantom echoes of Sienna with another man. His hands curled into fists at his sides. Stop it. Stop thinking about her like that.The next morning, Ethan moved around his apartment sluggishly, his eyes heavy with lack of sleep. He made himself a cup of coffee, standing by the kitchen window and staring absently at the city below. The world was moving as usual, indifferent to his turmoil. He took a deep breath and forced himself to think rationally.Sienna was a beautiful woman. Of
Ethan sat at his small wooden desk, a stack of books towering beside him. His laptop screen glowed in the dimly lit apartment, the cursor blinking on a blank document that had remained untouched for the past hour. He had an assignment due, research to complete, pages upon pages of notes to review.And yet, all he could think about was her.He tightened his grip around his pen, tapping it restlessly against the desk. Focus. He forced himself to look down at the textbook in front of him, scanning the words on the page. But they blurred together, turning into meaningless lines. His mind betrayed him, painting an image of Sienna instead—her teasing smirk, the sway of her hips when she walked, the way her voice wrapped around him like silk whenever she spoke.He exhaled sharply and raked a hand through his hair.This is ridiculous.Forcing his attention back to the book, he read aloud, hoping it would anchor him. “The economic impact of…” His voice trailed off. He hadn’t even registered th
Ethan wasn’t used to surprises. His life followed a strict routine—work, study, occasional grocery runs, and long nights spent trying to ignore the woman living next door. His world was structured, predictable, and safe. Until now.A soft knock interrupted his morning coffee. He wasn’t expecting visitors. In fact, he never had visitors. His stomach tightened with an inexplicable sense of anticipation as he approached the door. A brief moment of hesitation—then he turned the knob.And there she was.Sienna leaned casually against the doorframe, her golden-brown hair damp, clinging to her skin as if she had just stepped out of a warm shower. She smelled like coconut and something sweet—an intoxicating mix that made his throat dry. She wore a cropped tank top, barely covering the curve of her waist, and ripped jeans that hugged her hips in a way that made it impossible for Ethan not to notice.“Morning, nerd boy,” she greeted, her lips curving into a smirk. “Busy?”Ethan gripped the edge
Ethan stirred his coffee absentmindedly, still trying to process the fact that he was sitting across from Sienna in a coffee shop, having an actual conversation. It felt surreal—like he had somehow stepped into someone else’s life. A life where a girl as mesmerizing as Sienna acknowledged his existence, let alone invited him out for coffee.Sienna leaned back in her chair, eyeing him with that familiar teasing glint in her gaze. She twirled her straw between her fingers, a slow, almost hypnotic motion. “So,” she drawled, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Tell me, Ethan… have you ever been with a woman before?”Ethan choked on his coffee.He barely managed to set his cup down without spilling it all over himself. His entire body went stiff, and for a brief, horrifying moment, he wondered if he had misheard her. “W-what?” he stammered, his face heating up instantly.Sienna bit her lower lip, as if trying to hold back laughter. “You heard me.”His ears burned. He knew she loved
Ethan had always been the type to overthink things. Small details, tiny inconsistencies—things that most people wouldn’t even notice stuck in his mind like an unsolved puzzle. And lately, the puzzle of Sienna had begun to consume him.It wasn’t just her beauty or the way she teased him that kept his thoughts circling around her like a moth to a flame. It was the way she skillfully danced around personal questions, always steering conversations away when things got too close to home.He first noticed it a few nights after their coffee outing. They had run into each other again outside their apartments, and somehow, she had invited herself inside his place.“You live like a monk,” she teased, eyes sweeping over his small, barely decorated apartment. “No posters? No knickknacks? Not even a single piece of clutter?”Ethan, sitting on the edge of his worn-out couch, shrugged. “I like things neat.”Sienna perched herself on the armrest, stretching her legs out lazily. “You like control.”He
Ethan had always been curious by nature. It was part of what made him a great programmer—his mind was wired to pick things apart, to analyze patterns, to find meaning in the details others ignored. But lately, that same curiosity had turned into something deeper, something more unsettling.It was because of her.Sienna.He sat across from her in his apartment again, sipping at a lukewarm cup of coffee as she toyed with the rim of her own mug. They had fallen into an odd routine—random, unplanned moments where she’d slip into his space without warning, making herself comfortable as if she belonged there. He never asked her to leave. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.Tonight, she was quieter than usual.Ethan watched her, noting how her eyes lingered on nothing in particular, lost in thought. The usual spark of mischief that danced in her expression was missing, replaced by something more distant. He hesitated, debating whether to break the silence.Finally, he said, “You’re not yourself ton
Ethan tried to ignore her. Tried to erase the image of her from his mind. Tried to forget the way she had looked at him—the way her lips had curved around his name like it was some kind of forbidden pleasure. But it was impossible. Everywhere he went, she was there. Not physically—he made damn sure to avoid her. He took the long way to the stairs instead of passing by her door. He ignored the temptation to linger by the wall when he knew she was home. He even kept his headphones in at night, blasting white noise just to drown out the possibility of hearing her again. But it wasn’t enough. She was in his thoughts. In his bones. In the flickering neon lights that cast shadows against his window. In the scent of cigarette smoke that drifted faintly through the vents, making his stomach twist. And worst of all, she was in his dreams. Ethan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his sheets twisted around his legs. His body was hot, his mind restless. Every time he closed his eyes,
Ethan slammed the door to his apartment behind him, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pulls. His hands were shaking, his heart pounding so hard it echoed in his skull. He felt sick. Disgusted. Betrayed. And yet— Why the hell was he still thinking about her? His body still burned from the way Sienna had looked at him. That brief second when their eyes met—before she shut the door in his face, sealing herself away with another man. A client. Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, dragging both hands through his hair. You’re a fucking idiot. Of course, she was with someone. He had always known what she did, who she was. She never pretended to be anything else. So why did it feel like she had taken a knife to his gut? He braced himself against the edge of his bed, his fingers digging into the sheets as if grounding himself. But it didn’t help. The images wouldn’t stop—the soft moans he had heard through the walls, the way her voice had melted into pleasure, the way she had said his n
Ethan felt her gaze before he saw it. A weight, invisible but suffocating, pressed into his back as he reached the stairwell landing. His steps slowed, just for a second, betraying him. Then, the softest sound. A creak. His jaw clenched as he turned his head—just slightly, just enough. And there she was. Sienna. Framed in the dim glow of her apartment hallway, leaning against the doorframe as if she had all the time in the world. Her dark waves were a tousled mess, strands slipping over her bare shoulder, framing her sharp collarbone. The oversized T-shirt she wore barely reached her thighs, hanging off one shoulder, revealing smooth, tempting skin. Ethan swallowed hard. Damn her. She had just been with another man. He had seen it, heard it. His pulse had throbbed with every broken sound she made, every soft moan slipping through those walls, and still— Still. She stood there now, like a ghost haunting him, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. His knuckles tig
Ethan stood frozen.His hand still gripped the doorknob of his apartment, knuckles white, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t.The sounds filtering through the thin walls were too much—too vivid, too real.Soft moans. Breathless laughter. The rustle of fabric against skin. The unmistakable creak of the mattress.Sienna.She was in there, just beyond that wall, tangled with someone else. And she wasn’t stopping. She wasn’t hesitating.She was letting him hear.Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, his pulse hammering in his throat. He told himself to turn away, to walk into his bedroom and drown it out, to bury himself under blankets or blast music loud enough to erase the sounds seeping into his bones.But he didn’t.Instead, he turned. Slowly, painfully, as if dragged by some unseen force, he stepped toward her door. The light still poured from the small gap where it hadn’t closed all the way. An invitation. A temptation.Don’t do this.But his feet carried him forward anyway.Ethan’s fingers br
Ethan had always thought of himself as a rational man. Someone who didn’t let emotions cloud his judgment. He prided himself on self-control, on the ability to stay detached when necessary.But as he stood there, frozen outside Sienna’s apartment, his knuckles tightening, he realized—he had never been more wrong.The door was slightly ajar. A sliver of golden light spilled into the dim hallway, casting a thin line across the floor. He should have turned around. He should have walked back to his apartment and slammed the door shut behind him, erasing whatever he was about to see from his mind before it destroyed him.But his feet wouldn’t move.Instead, they carried him forward, one step at a time, until he was close enough to see inside.At first, it was just a flicker of movement. The curve of her bare shoulder, the way her dark hair cascaded down her back, loose and wild. The silk strap of her dress slid from her arm, hanging precariously, as if it could slip off at any moment.And
A few days later, Ethan saw Sienna's door open again, he should have known what happened since he had seen it, but curiosity enveloped Ethan who seemed to never be satisfied when it came to Sienna.Ethan stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, his pulse thundering in his ears. The door—Sienna’s door—was ajar, just enough to betray a sliver of light, a soft golden glow spilling into the darkness. It was an invitation. Or a trap.He should walk away.He should turn around, go back to his room, and pretend he hadn’t noticed.But he couldn’t.The air between them had been charged for weeks, an unbearable tension that neither of them acknowledged, yet both of them indulged. The lingering glances, the teasing smiles, the way she said his name like a whispered secret. And now, this. A door left open—deliberately.His fingers trembled as he pressed them lightly against the wood, nudging it just enough to widen the space. His breath caught as he peeked inside.Sienna was seated at the edge of h
Ethan knew he should stop. He knew he should turn away, shut his door, and drown himself in the distractions of his books, his sketches—anything but this. But he didn’t. It started with a sound—low murmurs, a breathy laugh—drifting through the paper-thin walls. He recognized her voice instantly, but it was different tonight. It wasn’t the teasing, confident tone she usually used with him. It was softer, sultrier. His heart pounded as he stood frozen by his door, staring at the thin line of golden light spilling from Sienna’s slightly open doorway. He shouldn’t look. Don’t look, Ethan. But something about the way the door wasn’t completely shut, the way the soft sounds of movement filtered through, made it impossible for him to move away. He took a step closer. His pulse hammered in his ears as he peered through the narrow gap. Th
Ethan tried to go about his day as if nothing had happened, but Sienna's words lingered like an echo in his mind. Emotions make people weak, Ethan. You should learn that before it gets you hurt. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? That one moment of vulnerability, one night of muffled sobs behind thin walls, could shake him so much? But it did. It bothered him that she had dismissed it so easily, as if her pain was nothing more than a passing inconvenience. By the time evening rolled around, he had exhausted himself with overthinking. His laptop lay open on the desk, untouched for hours, a blank document staring back at him. He had barely eaten. He had barely done anything. His thoughts kept circling back to her. Finally, he gave up. He needed a break. Maybe some fresh air. Maybe he just needed to see her, even if it was from a distance. Stepping out of his ap
Ethan barely slept that night. The sound of Sienna crying had unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite shake. It had been soft at first—muffled, broken sobs barely slipping through the thin walls. But then they’d become harsher, raw, as if something deep inside her had shattered. He had sat up in bed, staring at the wall that separated them, his chest aching.He wanted to knock on her door. To do something. But what right did he have? She had brushed off his confession like it was nothing. She had told him to go home, and yet here he was, unable to think of anything else but her pain.By morning, he was exhausted but determined. He couldn’t just pretend he hadn’t heard anything. As soon as he heard movement from her apartment, he was out the door.Sienna was locking her door when he stepped into the hallway. She was dressed as immaculately as ever—tight jeans, a cropped black top, her hair pulled into