Should I Date My Neighbor Novels & Stories

They were absolutely capable of that. I groaned into my pillow. What the hell do I do now? Unless… I married someone more powerful than Rhys. The idea was so ridiculous I snorted. Right. Because billionaires are just wandering around Sky City hoping to marry a 23-year-old orphan with no patience for their bullshit. And yet— A face flashed in my mind. Three days ago. My new neighbor. I remembered, quite inappropriately, thinking I wouldn’t mind being alone with him in his apartment where he could do all sorts of rated-R things to me.

I sighed, "Eve, you need to at least tell him or maybe get to know more about him." She sighed, drooping her head lower. "I don't know. I need time over this. He still can't be trusted though." "Take him on a little date. One date won't hurt." I suggested. "Date!?" Her eyes widened, shaking her head vigorously. Boy! What's so hard about a date? "The fact that our date went wrong." I pursed my lips, hating to agree with Eclipse. It wasn't the kind of date I imagined would go like.

I smirk "What?" "Friends?" "Sure, it's not like i have an opinion in declining, it's raining" "Don't worry, i have an apartment close by" "You moved next door?" I flipped. "Nope, a couple of blocks down May street, roughly fifteen minutes from here" For a second i thought he was my next-door neighbor, which i doubt would be a good thing. "Oh ok, dinner?" I silently pray he declines my offer but the sweet son of a bitch incline.

The evenings either end in us making love or falling asleep after just talking. I always find it odd that we never go back to his place, but every time I want to bring it up, it always slips my mind. We have a lunch date together today, so perhaps I should bring it up then. But it’s only been two weeks, though! Should I make a big deal about it if we’re still in the early stages? It feels wrong. My desk phone starts ringing, snapping me out of my thoughts. Just what I need right now; a distraction from every darned thing.

“Alright, I give you my word for it. I'm going to tell him when we get back on Saturday. Cora, when last have I gone out on a dream date with a guy I truly like in a while?” “Been a long time,” she mused, successfully distracted. “Do you think it's safer if I wait till Saturday? I mean, it seems highly unlikely that we won't hit it off on our date night but what if we don't? Would it matter anyway?” “No. It won't. But I doubt that. You guys love yourself way too much that your chemistry can't just die off like that even if either of you wants it to. I mean, you two even fought but there you are, shopping for a dress to go on a date with him.”

"So the long and short of it is: I shouldn't make the first move to talk to him." "Yes AND that you shouldn't be the one to make the first move post first date." It wasn't really a date but my sister didn't need to know the detials. We got off the phone shortly after and I took the quickest shower. And did what many women and girls stupidly do: I waited by the phone for him to call. Or direct message. Or text.

I tried to interrupt. "If you'd have listened to my explanation, you'd understand what I mean." He tried to push. "That was Maddie. She's been my neighbor in the last three years and truly we used to date sometimes but we got separated over two years ago. We never officially announced a breakup but we didn't even see each for a whole year even though she lived next door, in other words, the relationship is completely dead." He explained. "She only came back today because she thinks I'm famous, now." He pulled away a bit so he could add the word famous in air quotes.

“Then deal with it. Or don’t. You can also just… ignore it. Though, side note ignoring sexual tension usually makes it ten times worse when it finally explodes.” I nearly choked on my wine. “Thank you for that horrifying visual.” She laughed and took another bite. “Just saying. You can try avoiding him, but he’s your neighbor, you'realways going to have tk see him wether you want to or not. It’s like trying to avoid your reflection.” I stared at the wall for a moment, the white paint suddenly way too bright. “I’m going to avoid him,” I said firmly. “No eye contact. No conversations. No more granola girl nonsense.”

"I think Evans is really in to you. What are you going to do about it?" I sigh heavily. "I have no idea. I mean I like him too, he doesn't seem the jackass type like most of them. And he sure is hot. But he's my neighbour, I can't just have a one-night stand with him and then pretend nothing happened." "And if you don't just go for a one-night stand? You could try dating him," she carefully suggests. Dating him? Could I try that? I mean, he obviously still is a total stranger I only met beginning of the week. But he sure has something interesting about him.

I love their house. "Do you want to go on a date?" I ask. "Sure, that sounds like an excellent idea. I would love that. Where do you want to go?" "Can we use your family's new movie theater?" "Sure, my parents get home at six. They won't notice or care; you know them." My heart pounds. I have been to the Hogan house my entire life, but today is different. Today I'm dating the boy next door. My parents don't know, and neither does his.