All Chapters of One Night With My Neighbor : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I spent the rest of the day trying to stay busy, but every task felt empty. I cleaned the kitchen twice. I folded laundry that did not need folding. My mind kept returning to the keyhole and the thick cock I had watched him stroke while he moaned my name. The memory refused to leave me. By late afternoon the need sat heavy and constant between my legs. I knew waiting any longer would only make the distance between us wider. He had already started moving his things. Soon the spare room would be empty, and the chance would be gone.I decided I would not let that happen. When evening came, I would meet him at the door and end the careful game we had been playing. No more soft words. No more stepping back. I wanted his cock in my mouth and then deep inside me. I wanted to hear him lose control for real this time, not through a closed door. The thought made my pulse race and my skin feel too warm.At seven, I went to my room and opened the wardrobe. That evening I chose the dress careful

The house looked smaller than Claire remembered. She stood beside her car and stared at the old two-story building through the light rain, wondering how a place from her childhood could suddenly feel so unfamiliar. The white paint had faded to a dull cream, several windows were covered with dust, and ivy had climbed almost halfway up the brick wall.Her grandmother had lived there for more than forty years. Now it belonged to Claire.She took a slow breath and picked up the keys from her bag. The lawyer had handed them to her three days ago, along with the documents that had officially transferred the property into her name. Claire had spent most of the week telling herself that she would simply clean the house, sort through what mattered, throw away what did not, and put the property on the market.She had not expected to feel nervous about opening the front door. When Claire pushed the door open, the familiar smell of old wood and lavender greeted her. She stepped inside and loo

Every summer, Grace spent a few weeks at her aunt's house.It had become a quiet tradition over the years. As soon as school or work gave her enough time away, she packed a small suitcase, filled her car with the things she would need, and drove out to the little town where her aunt lived. The house was not fancy, but Grace loved it. It had a wide front porch, old wooden floors, large windows, and a backyard filled with flowers her aunt refused to let anyone touch.This summer was supposed to be the same.Grace stood in her bedroom on Friday morning, folding the last of her clothes into her suitcase. She packed light because she knew she would spend most of her days in shorts, loose shirts, and simple dresses. She added two books, her skincare bag, a pair of sandals, and her phone charger before closing the suitcase.Her aunt had already left three days earlier for a family trip and had asked Grace to stay at the house while she was gone."You know the routine," her aunt had said ove

“Tom, you look very smart. We weren't expecting you to dress up.” Hannah's father laughed as he opened the front door.Tom smiled politely. “I wasn't aware there was a dress code.”“There isn't. Come in.”Hannah heard the laughter from the hallway and looked up from her phone.She had been sitting at the dining table for nearly ten minutes, waiting for her parents to finish getting everything ready. She was supposed to leave for university the following morning, and she had already started thinking about the long journey back. She had only come home for the weekend, and she had not expected anything interesting to happen.Then she heard her father's voice. “Let me introduce you to my daughter, Hannah. She's home from university.”Hannah looked toward the doorway. And stopped. The man standing beside her father was not what she had expected. He was tall, broad-shouldered, very handsome and dressed simply in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. His hair was dar

“He asked if we'd be having lunch this Sunday.”Hannah's heart jumped. “And?”Her mother laughed softly. “I told him you might be home.”Hannah went completely still. Then her mother added, “He sounded very pleased.”Hannah slowly sat down on the bed. For the first time all week, she had no idea what to say.…Hannah arrived home on Friday afternoon with one thought already waiting for her. Tom. She tried not to smile as she stepped out of the car, but her mother noticed immediately.“You look happy.”“I am happy to be home.”Her mother laughed. “You were the one who said you were homesick.”“I was.”“And now you're smiling before you've even entered the house.”Hannah picked up her bag. “Can I not be happy to see my family?”“You can. I just didn't realize coming home had become such a wonderful experience.”Hannah ignored the teasing and walked inside. She had been looking forward to coming home all week.She had told herself it was because she missed her parents and wanted a break