Emily is a 17-year-old high school girl, ever since her hot neighbor moved to the front house she has tried to draw his attention to her but the man always seems to never give her the attention she seeks. Thomas Evans a 31 year old lawyer hasn't been able to keep his eyes off the girl next door but no one knows that. He doesn't want to show her his demons. And this is their story. [On going] Please note that this book has mature language, sex scenes and other triggering topics. Slow updates.

For a moment nothing makes sense. Darkness surrounds me and I can't seem to focus on anything. What happened? I hear something but I can't make out what it is. The noise gets louder and louder. "Emilia?!" It's a voice...and it's yelling my name? Why is it so loud? Some of the fog clears and I'm acutely aware of the throbbing pain in my head. I feel myself rocking back and forth causing the pain to violently course throughout my body. "Ow," I groan, finally finding my voice. "Emilia, are you okay? Open your eyes, talk to me." I realize now that it's Mr. Jensen's voice and he's gently shaking me as if to wake me up. I must've passed out. __________________________ His hand trails down from my face to my neck and he bends over, his face inching towards mine with his dark eyes on my lips. Before our lips touch, he lets out a sigh. "You need to stop doing this to me."

Her ass hit the front of her desk and there was nowhere else for her to go. I didn't give it a second thought before plastering my lips onto her own. The kiss held fire, and I made sure to give it all I had. I trailed my right hand ever so slightly down her torso, getting closer and closer to the top of the black dress pants she had on today. I hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants before ceasing my movements and moving my mouth beside her ear. "Don't be a tease," I breathed, then walked out the door leaving her dishevelled and horny. Karma's a bitch. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. Trigger Warning- may include scenes relating to rape, death, suicide, self-harm, masturbation, and sex.

"I'm willing to take the risk," Gregory said, sliding his hands up to my shoulders. "The question is," he lowered his voice, "Are you?"

He was odd. But that's what she liked the most.