Semua Bab Obsessed With My Neighbor: Romantic Collection : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The mornings had started to feel a bit different, though I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when the shift had begun. Perhaps it was the quiet thrill of remembering the afternoons with Mark, or the small thread of awareness that tugged at me when I moved through the apartment, thinking of what he might be doing at the same hour.I found myself making coffee a little earlier than usual, not because I needed it, but because the sunlight hitting the kitchen counter reminded me of the light that had spilled across his floor during our “little project.” I lingered over the steam rising from the cup, letting the warmth settle, as though it could carry the echoes of his presence with it.The days seemed smaller somehow, compressed by the anticipation of the next encounter. My steps were lighter, my eyes kept flicking automatically to the phone, half-expecting or hoping for a message. Even the simplest routines felt colored by him. Folding laundry, brushing my hair, glancing out the window at the st

The sun crept lazily through the blinds, spilling stripes of gold across the living room floor. I stirred, half-awake, and immediately remembered the night before. The movie had long since ended, there was popcorn scattered on the coffee table, blankets tangled in our sleep. Somehow, I had managed the best sleep I could remember. It was peaceful and heavy, the kind that made you want to stay under the warmth for just a little longer.I blinked slowly and realized the apartment was quieter than usual. It was not empty, exactly — there was still the faint scent of popcorn and coffee lingering in the air, mixed with something else I couldn’t quite name. My gaze drifted sideways, and my breath caught.Mark was still there, curled up on the couch, the soft rise and fall of his chest steady in the morning light. I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the sun, and I forced myself to breathe slowly so I wouldn’t wake him too soon.For a moment, I just watched him. There

Saturday morning carried the hush of a city not quite awake. From her balcony she could hear the soft rumble of a bus two streets away, a few birds trading calls between rooftops, and the hum of the sun beginning its slow climb. She’d planned a quiet day of laundry, groceries and maybe a long bath but her phone buzzed before the first sip of coffee.> Good morning. Market run?Mark’s message was short, easy. She smiled before answering.> Only if you promise to carry the heavy stuff.> Deal. Ten minutes?By the time he appeared downstairs, sunlight had already found his shoulders. He wore a loose-fitting shirt rolled at the sleeves, a small canvas bag slung over one arm. She noticed the way he tilted his head when he smiled. It was warm, unhurried, as though he’d been waiting for this exact morning.They started toward the market, the pavement still damp from an overnight drizzle. The city smelled of coffee grounds and wet earth. Their steps fell into rhythm without trying.“Did you s

Mark hadn’t meant to stay that long. He told himself it would be an hour at most — dinner, a laugh or two, then home before things started to blur into something he couldn’t name. But the way she smiled, the ease with which silence existed between them… it was too familiar, too dangerous. Now, alone in his apartment, the air felt heavier than before. The smell of her cooking still clung faintly to his shirt, and the sound of her laughter kept replaying, small and vivid, like a song stuck on a loop. He poured himself a glass of water, trying to shake it off, but his phone buzzed again, it was the same number.Anna.He stared at it until it stopped ringing.It had been nearly a year. Long enough, he’d thought, for ghosts to stay buried. But she always had timing — the kind that made him second-guess every new beginning. He set the phone down and leaned against the counter, closing his eyes. The echo of her voice rose in memory: You move on too quickly, Mark. You don’t know how to sit wi

The rain started just after sunset. It came suddenly, it hit sharp against the windows, the kind that made everything outside shimmer and blur. I stood by the glass for a while, watching the lights from the streetlamps melt into streaks of gold and white. I told myself I wasn’t waiting for him.But I was.It had been four days since I saw him with her. Four days of pretending I didn’t notice the silence that had settled between us. Four days of pretending I hadn’t felt something twist in my chest when she touched his arm. I’d spent most of that time avoiding the hallway, the elevator, even the small lobby where our paths might cross. I told myself it was for the best. That I didn’t owe him anything, and he didn’t owe me explanations.Still, every time I heard footsteps outside my door, my pulse stumbled. By the time the knock finally came, the rain had softened to a mist. There were three slow taps. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Just… there. I froze, one hand gripping the edge of the coun