Airlynn
I wasn't looking for a new beginning.
I just wanted peace, a quiet apartment, steady work, and zero complications.
But the man next door...
He complicates everything without even trying.
He showed up on my first night, carrying my last moving box like it weighed nothing.
Deep voice, calm eyes, a gentle Bajan accent that made my name sound softer than I ever heard it.
"Dream, right? I'm Kellan," he said. "If you need anything... I'm next door."
I told him I wouldn't.
I told myself I wouldn't.
But then came the little things, the extra plate of food left at my door after a long day, the way he notices when I'm overwhelmed, the soft "You good?" whenever our paths cross.
So I made rules.
No flirting.
No feelings.
No... whatever this is.
He agreed. Smiled like he knew I was lying to myself.
Because the problem isn't him breaking the rules.
It's me wanting him to.
And the scariest part?
Kellan isn't just a kind neighbor.
He moved here for a reason
A reason tied to my past,
A secret I'm not sure I'm ready to hear.