He was literally smoking. No other way to describe men like him. Not handsome, not really. His features too stark, too gruff. More... Animal. Attraction rolled off him like a second aura. Even over the distance of our houses I could feel the sizzle between our bodies.
After I had closed the curtain I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. God, I fucking hated that feeling. It made me feel helpless.
"Why the fuck am I even thinking about this," I scoff at myself and flop down on the bed, rummaging through my bedside table, and finding the stacks of steamy romance novels, and choosing my personal favorite.
I crack it open, snuggling back onto the bed, and settling into the Rom com novel about a special agent and a nerdy girl who had witnessed a murder.
I always liked Rom com's. They make you smile, and make you feel... happy. And the feeling of lying down and drifting away was absolutely amazing. With enough general detailing any girl could imagine their dream man in his place...
Unfortunately this was now the man next door..
'"Ms.Avery... I hope you realise you can't escape from me," the large man growled, the cuffs around my wrists softly scraping my wrists as his large hand spans over my naked hips, "I will always protect you... from most predators..."'
I shiver at the dark passage, a soft arousal strumming through my body. Most of the time I just read romance for the fun of romance, nothing more. Sometimes when a book really called to me I'd get very very interested...
It seemed the man next door was invading my personal time now. It was ridiculous. I had to go talk to him later to tell myself he was just as bad as most people.
"You hate talking to people," I say to myself, and scrunch my brows, "Why is this guy any different?"
Somewhere inside me a warm curl sparked in my belly, and I scoffed at myself. Of course, a teenage sexual arousal. Not that there was anything wrong with that, just high sex drives should be accompanied with high amounts of energy.
My eyes felt very very tired all of the sudden, the wave of drowsiness hitting me, and my eyes drooping, growing slightly dry and irritated. I put the book down, and close my eyes, watching the light fading in the room through closes lids. I needed to get black out curtains....
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I hate knocking. Hate it.
My siblings used to continuously do it, never stopping, so one could develop a hate for it.
Knock knock knock
I slam my bedroom door and pad down the stairs to reach the front door, pulling the black fuzzy robe over my body. I reached out and opened the door to the bright sunny day, and was blinded for a moment, and I blocked my eyes from the harsh light.
A dark silhouette blocked out the light suddenly, and I squeak loudly, jumping back. Unfortunately the rug wasn't to stuck to the floor, and it slid out from under me, sending me flying backwards.
I couldn't even think, it was so fast, and my head slammed into the hardwood floor, sending black spots before my eyes.
It was a horrid event. Me lying on the floor, my robe parted to reveal my underwear and t-shirt, legs practically spread eagle for him to view. My head was rolling, swimming on a blackened edge that made me wanna vomit.
Where were my reflexes? God Damn it, was I really that weak and puny? I know I know how to fight, but this was pathetic.
"I can take cat off the list..." The deep male voice rumbles above me, and I felt myself being lifted up into a strong pair of arms.
I push my hand against his chest, weakly fighting at the figure, and he groans, "Let me help you please, it's my fault you fell."
"Stop... Let me down..." I groan at him.
"I'll let you down once I get to the fucking couch." He growls and kick open the living room door.
I let out a weak groan as black spots fade from my vision, but a dizziness replaces it, "Who are you?"
I lean into your hard chest as you make your way to the large leather sofa, for some reason finding comfort in his large muscled body.
What the fuck am I doing? Why am I so calm?
"I'm your neighbor." He chuckles.
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My Mate Next Door
RomantizmDrew Peshe was an absolute hunk... And her neighbor. Elise couldn't seem to control herself around the man, he was so damn large, and arrogant. The worst part is he wouldn't seem to back down. He crowded her, practically stalked her home, and he was...