บททั้งหมดของ Adventures in Maple Drive. ( An erotic collection) : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I noticed him the day he moved in. Not because I meant to. Not because I was watching.But because he carried his own couch up two flights of stairs like it weighed nothing, jaw tight, forearms flexing, T-shirt clinging in a way that made my breath hitch before I could stop it.I had been unlocking my door when he looked up mid-step. Our eyes met. Just for a second but it was enough to imprint him in my mind.For the next week, I told myself I wasn’t paying attention. But I knew the rhythm of his footsteps already. Knew the sound of his laugh through the thin walls. Knew that he played music late at night jazz that bled faintly into my bedroom when everything else was quiet.And sometimes… sometimes I’d lie awake and imagine what it would feel like to be on the other side of that wall. Close enough to touch.I’d catch glimpses of him in the hallway. Fresh from a shower, sleeves rolled up and keys dangling from long fingers. He was always polite and always calm.“Evening.”“Morning.”S

I never meant for this to happen. Not tonight, not while my friend was upstairs, taking her shower and singing softly in that way she does when she thinks no one is listening. I had just finished my work at the gym as a gym instructor and decided to visit my best friend for a while, before going to my house.But then I heard the door open. Then footsteps of my friend’s boyfriend. That familiar rhythm of his presence in her apartment. Apparently, Brittany had left something behind in his house as I saw her shoes through the bag he was holdingHe paused in the living room. I could see him, tall, tense, eyes scanning the space.I let myself look back. Slowly and deliberately.“Hey,” I said softly, my voice low, teasing. I have always avoided sharing the same spaces with him alone because of how attracted I was to himHe startled slightly, then smiled looking curious, amused and almost caught off guard.“You… didn’t expect me,” I continued, stepping closer. “I just thought I’d… hang out w

I noticed him because he didn’t look at me like the others did. Most men at the gym stare but he assessed. There’s a difference. He made me feel an excitement I have not felt since I became a full housewife and let my life revolve around the house, gym and stores.I was midway through deadlifts when I felt that awareness of being watched. Not in a way that made me uncomfortable. In a way that made me want to lift heavier.I finished my set, stood upright, and caught his reflection in the mirror.He didn’t look away. Interesting.He was across the room at the squat rack. Sleeves cut off, forearms taut, posture disciplined. The kind of man who trained with intention, not ego.I wiped my hands slowly with a towel as I watched him re-racked his weights. Then he walked toward the water station just as I did.“Strong set,” he said casually.His voice was calm. Even. Controlled.“Thanks,” I replied. “Your depth could use work.”His brow lifted slightly.Bold.I held his gaze.“You were watch

The bar had been quiet for hours, the usual clamor of clinking glasses and laughter replaced by a soft hum from the old neon sign outside. I was wiping down the counter, absently straightening bottles, when I noticed him leaning casually against the corner of the bar with a half-empty glass. I didn’t recognize him; he wasn’t a regular.“Forgot something?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I approached. My voice carried the practiced authority of the bar owner, but underneath, my curiosity was already stirring.He smiled, slow and deliberate, and my stomach fluttered. “I don’t think so. But I’m hoping for something… more.”The words, simple and smooth, sent a thrill through me. I have had men flirt before, sure, but there was a difference tonight. He wasn’t pushy or arrogant. I leaned against the counter, keeping my distance, though my body betrayed me. My fingers tapped nervously, my legs subtly shifting as I studied him. “More?” I echoed, teasing.“Yes,” he said, his voice dropping a no

I was organizing the new arrivals in the back stacks, my heels echoing faintly against the polished wood floor. Most people had left hours ago, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional creak of the building settling. It was a Thursday, which meant the graduate student I had agreed to help, Thomas, would come in. He had insisted that evenings were the only time he could focus without distractions. I had agreed, though part of me questioned my own reasoning. There was something magnetic about him, something that made my pulse quicken whenever I thought about our last conversation.I heard the soft click of the main entrance door and, before I even turned, I knew it was him. Thomas had a way of moving that drew attention, even in an empty building. He was tall, with a scholarly awkwardness I found endearing. His dark hair was perpetually tousled, glasses slipping down his nose and yet there was something deliberate in the way he looked at me that made me forg