The Couple Next Door Season 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

That is something meant for our wedding night. Sudden footsteps ran past my door. I heard Sarah crying and arguing with Blake, demanding a grand wedding. Blake responded impatiently that since they had slept together, a simple mating ceremony would be enough. Naturally, Sarah refused. However, after two loud slaps, her protests turned into soft, breathy sounds. The dull rhythm of bodies colliding echoed from outside my room. I sighed and decided not to leave my room for the moment. In some ways, Blake and Sarah really were quite well matched.

Like a devil over my shoulder, she adds, “You knew nothing of your own wants and desires. You knew nothing of love, and even now, you still know nothing.” My fingers close around the knob and still at a more precarious thought. He’s engaged, getting married in a couple of weeks. They spent the last two days in the receiving hall, curled up together on the couch, picking colors for the event, what color of cake Valentina wanted, the choice of wine. The location of the honeymoon. Venice. I know this because Mrs. Visconti made me stand through the entire thing, holding out a tray of biscuits neither of them touched or even wanted.

She was feeling a dose of envy too, but she would never admit it. "I... I'm sorry. I should have knocked on the door," she said after a few seconds. Ana closed the door as quickly as she had opened it. And when she left and the couple was left alone, with only the cloud of desire hanging in the air, the only thing that could be heard was their altered breaths. The contact itself wasn't broken, but they knew they couldn't continue. God knew where they would stop, they didn't knew. "Look at the things you make me do," Aaron complained, but his tone didn't indicate remorse.

We barely spoke for the next several days, and there was an invisible tension lingering between us. I thought about finding an opportunity to apologize to her when our neighbor paid an unexpected visit. A couple, Liam and Heather Smith lived in the apartment next door. They were known as the most affectionate couple in our building, joined at the hip and always in sync. Sometimes, I could not help but wonder how they managed to stay so sweet to each other after so many years of marriage. They hosted a small gathering today and invited several young couples, including us. The men drank while the women chatted. The atmosphere was wonderful. I looked at my wife, who was finally gazing back at m

Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Arielle and her mother. 'Oh no. She's here to confront me,' I thought. "Sorry to bother you," Arielle's mother said. "We just moved in next door." Still rattled, I answered, "Hello. I'm Neil Gates." "Here's the thing—I have to go on a business trip for a week. My daughter… isn't quite right in the head." She tapped her temple. "Could you possibly look after her? I'd really appreciate it."

In fact, there was no other name in sight. The elderly couple at our residential complex gate were the same. The old man took his time helping his wife across the street; her name sat steadily in first place above his head, unchanged decade after decade. I stood frozen for a moment, suddenly dazed. So, this was what it felt like to be placed first. I turned my head to look at Lionel. He had his head down, replying to a message. Mom was in first place, Lindsay in second, and I was in third.

The phone buzzed again and another message came in. My wife gasped. "What?" I asked. She held the phone up closer to her face, and I saw as her fingers dragged the photo into zoom. She thrust the phone into my hand. "OH MY GOD! Isn't that?" She turned her head to look at the wall of our apartment, or more specifically, to the space beyond the wall. "Oh, fuck. . .I think it is." The man was immediately recognizable. He was a ruggedly attractive salt-and-pepper gent whom we'd seen plenty of times over the past year because, as it turned out, he was the neighbor who had moved in next door to us just twelve months prior.