Hottie Next Door Novels & Stories

I keep my plan to keep my hands off her long enough to return to my apartment. We take a moment outside the front door as I find it difficult to get the keys out of my pocket before pressing myself against her back and kissing the nape of her neck. The soft scent of her perfume fills my senses, and all I can think about is removing her clothes. "Are we going inside or are we going to put on a show for your neighbors?" " she inquires.

Nadine asks, eye wide. "He's my neighbor, he lives next door." I say "What?!" They all shout. "Ok guys, take a chill pill." I say surprised at their reactions. "I think that's stoners talk," Luke mutters his arm draped around Liv's shoulder. "First Aaron and now Jesse. What's it about Californian girls?" Liv says smiling at me. "Hottest around the globe," I say to her smirking and we start laughing. "Let's have a sleep over," Nadine says grabbing my hand.

She was unaware of the man standing on the stoop next to theirs watching them. Hank had seen the new neighbor and wanted to make sure that he saw a loving couple. “I say we go watch that new movie on A****n.” “OK.” She replied back with a smile. They finished their way to the door and went inside. Neo watched them but didn’t buy the act. He knew what was going on. That guy might have the police department fooled, but not everyone bought his story. Bunny had suspicions and when the apartment next door became available, Neo moved in.

He carefully thought about it and recalled the reason, "I accidentally overheard Ms. Sinclair on the phone this morning. It seems that the person she likes lives next door." Giselle understood why Jasmine was so adamant now. The condominium she bought only had two residents on one floor. She knew there was someone living next to her, but she had never seen them before. Since Jasmine liked Chester so much, did that mean that it was Chester who lived next door to her?

He strutted up the porch steps, wet rag draped over his shoulder, and leaned against the railing with the kind of casual confidence that made me want to groan. “Hey, Aria,” he said, nodding toward the fence with that crooked smirk that always made me want to roll my eyes. “Who’s the girl next door? The one who looks like she belongs in the 1800s?” I didn’t bother looking up from my mug. “She’s off-limits, Noah. Like, stay-back-one-hundred-feet levels of off-limits. Her parents are the strictest people on the planet. Her father is the Pastor, her mother is Henna—the woman who tried to ruin my wedding. She hates me. She hates Damon. And she’ll definitely hate you the second she sees your tatto

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

The specific, hungry want of her wife’s taste, her wife’s surrender. The trip had been a much needed honeymoon.Two weeks in a remote luxury resort, a bubble of heat and cedar against the endless white. They’d arrived that afternoon, the tension a live wire between them from the moment the door clicked shut. A shared shower that was more tease than cleanse, a slow, deliberate unpacking where hands lingered on zippers and skin. They’d made it through an almost kiss and now it all came crashing out like a broken flood gate.

But almost as soon as it appears, it's gone. He crosses his arms and looks down at me. "Can I help you?" He asks me, a tone of annoyance ringing in his deep voice. "Uh, no. My name is Piper Anderson, and I live right next door." I say pointing to my house next to his. "I was just, uh, welcoming you to the neighborhood." I greet lamely, and uncertainly.

PROMO : 1 B : what the hell are you doing here ? G : what is this ? Huh Wouldn't you welcome me. I know you must be bored with her So I am here for you as a distraction & trust me I am a lot hotter than her . B : Just shut up & get out from here. G : Don't glare at me Hottie . You know I have something which is very important for you. If I will open my mouth Infront of media then you know very well the consequences will not be good for you & your family.

“Did you also get a typo in your message? Like, did he tell you your room mate's a man?” “No. It clearly stated Serena Lowell. Children's book illustrator and introvert.” He recited. “It's Donahue. Serena Donahue.” I snapped. He paused, then shrugged. “Whatever, sweetheart.” “Shit! Just my luck.” He opened the fridge. "Want a beer?" I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. "This is a nightmare." "Nope," he said, cracking the can open. "This is your new reality. Welcome home, roomie."