Neighbours to lovers Stories

The following morning he showed up right on time, tool belt slung around his hips and that same easy confidence in his stride. She met him at the door, trying to stay casual, but warmth gathered in her throat under his gaze. “Morning, Laura.” “Morning,” she managed, stepping aside to let him in. The use of her first name threw her off a little. His eyes lingered on her face, on the faint flush she couldn’t quite will away...