My Next Door Love
Hannah watched, her breath catching, as Grace knelt.
The cool floorboards of the room were a shock against Grace’s knees, but she didn’t care. Hannah’s lean hips, the strong thighs she’d dreamed of for days, were right before her. Grace hooked her fingers into the denim and pulled, dragging the jeans and the underwear beneath them down in one rough motion. Hannah’s clothes joined Grace’s at their feet, a tangled pile of discarded barriers.