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

It was the single most devouring kiss I’d ever had. He owned me in that moment. My entire body relaxed into his, and it felt like the only parts of me that were real were where our bodies connected. I slid my arms around his waist and hung on, gripping the back of his shirt with both hands. The kiss morphed into more, repeatedly, a few seconds to breathe between each one, and time ceased to exist.


Eventually, the ache in my hand grew enough that it broke through the endorphins Dylan’s kiss caused. I hissed and pulled back, putting only a few inches between our mouths. Carefully, I loosened my grip until the pain eased in my left hand. I fit it between our bodies so I could cradle it against my chest, but still stay close to him.


“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking about your hand.” He kissed the back of my hand and fingers.


“Neither was I. That was a hell of a kiss.”


Chapter 12