Next Door (18+)

I've been in love with the man next door since I was thirteen.

Eli Mora is thirty, quiet, and has never looked at me as anything more than the girl who lives thirty feet away.

I'm eighteen now-tall, sharp-tongued, still watching him from my bedroom window like a secret I can't quit.

When the careful distance between us finally cracks, it doesn't break gently.

Age gap. Forbidden. Years of silent longing that turn into the kind of tension that makes you hold your breath.

Slow burn. First-person obsession. Dominant older neighbor. Explicit when it earns it.