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

I shouldn’t have told him. I shouldn’t have given him a chance. Or usa chance. Whatever it was. I should have just kept my mouth shut, and continued to shut him out. And even if that wouldn’t have made me happy in the long run, at least I wouldn’t have had this pit of dread riding in my stomach.


What made things worse was it was Tuesday—which meant fucking invoices—and my hand hurt like a bitch. Dylan’s text early this morning to remind me to take my meds was sweet, and it had made me smile for the briefest of moments. I hadn’t actually needed the reminder, though, because I’d been desperate for some pain relief and Dylan had set the antibiotics right next to the Ibuprofen bottle on the kitchen counter.


Chapter 16