Mark Winston is mostly content with his life. He has a home, a job he loves, and a sister who always has his back. So what if the one thing he’s missing is a person to share that life with? Experience has proved he can’t get what he wants and needs out of a relationship. Yet he can’t stop wanting his next door neighbor and wishing there could be more between them.<br><br>Dylan Pomeroy might be young, but knows what he wants: Mark. He continually inserts himself into the older man’s life, determined to show Mark that he’s exactly what Mark needs. But Mark worries that the difference in their ages, and his need to be cared for, are hurdles too big to overcome.<br><br>But Dylan won’t be deterred, and Mark begins to realize his worries are unfounded. Dylan shows Mark he’s the perfect man for him. But years of being rejected for his wants makes it difficult for Mark to hope that things between them will work out. Can Mark let go of his insecurities and let himself fall in love with Dylan?

Love with the Next Door Neighbor

“Okay. I’ll get them, too. And then while you’re getting clean, I’ll make dinner. Sound like a plan?”


“Dylan, you don’t have to cook—”


He grabbed my good hand, squeezing for a second and pulling me a little bit closer so we were looking right into each other’s eyes.


“I told you before, I like feeding you. And you like me making sure you’re fed, don’t you?”


I couldn’t speak because of the intensity in his gaze, so I just nodded. That earned me another one of his best grins.


“That’s what I thought. Okay, go get clean.” He half turned, then stopped and faced me again. “How’s your hand feeling?”


The local anesthetic was wearing off, and I could feel the throb of hurt underneath everything. When I flexed my fingers, the pull made it ache even more. I grimaced and said, “I’m fine.”


Chapter 11