Chapter 17The Forbidden Fruit. Riley’s POVHi. I’m Riley, and I’ve always wanted things I wasn’t supposed to have.This thought, rather a confession, kept circling in my head like it was stuck on repeat. I stood by my bedroom window again like every other night , the apartment was completely dark except for the weak streetlight that was barely sneaking in. I told myself I was just checking the weather or something stupid like that, but deep down, I knew how obvious I was trying to hide the fact that I was waiting.My eyes couldn’t stop drifting to the house right next door. Grant’s house.He was thirty-five. Married. Built solid like a hunk who worked with his hands every day. He was tall, had wide shoulders, strong arms, and short dark hair with a bit of gray at the sides. He was the kind of guy who made a twenty-one-year-old like me feel small and shaky without even saying a single word.I first set my eyes on him the first week I moved in. He was out front washing his truck wit
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