He was the man next door - older, quiet, the kind who always offered help with a gentle smile. And she? She was the girl who decided to ruin his control. Evelyn told herself it was just a crush. A harmless attraction to the man next door. But late-night encounters, lingering stares, and the way his presence unsettles her make it clear-it's something more. He told himself it was his wicked mind seeing her in a way he shouldn't... but it wasn't. It wasn't his imagination. It was her plan. Every look, every request, every soft "Mr. Thomas..." was another pull on the thread of his restraint. "Mr. Thomas, my faucet broke... can I shower at your place?" "Mr. Thomas, my parents are out... I'm scared to sleep alone. Can I stay here tonight?" "Mr. Thomas...." And when his restraint finally snapped- it wasn't kindness anymore. It was hunger. Each encounter drew them closer, made their breaths shorter, their nights longer. Until the line between curiosity and sin disappeared - and all that was left was the heat they could no longer fight. ⚠️ 18+ This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers. Read at your own discretion.

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. In which a 19-year-old girl falls for her older neighbor. ── ✦ ── "Violet..." He growls, his breath hot against my face, full of need as well as caution. "Stop this, or I won't be able to control myself." "I don't want you to..." I whisper, my hands running up his chest slowly, feeling his muscles twitch as I gaze at his lips, his heart pounding mirroring mine. "Are you sure you want this?" He leans in closer, brushing his lips against my neck, his hot breath and stubble tickling my skin, making me close my eyes as shivers run down my spine, an exhalation escaping my lips.