NO SAINTS HERE (Lustful chapters)
Thunder cracked overhead, close enough to make me flinch.
Then the power went out.
The apartment plunged into darkness, the hum of my laptop dying with a final sigh. I cursed softly, fumbling for my phone, then remembered it was dead too.
Perfect.
I’d barely found my torch when a sharp knock echoed through the apartment.
I froze.
Another knock. Slower this time.
“Who is it?” I called, my voice barely steady.
Silence.
Then—low, calm, unmistakably male.
“Hi. It’s your neighbor. We share a balcony.”