Love At First Fight: My Next Door Neighbour

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utiful, perf

t was expensive perfume. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through th

andwriting: "Kitchen - Mugs," "Office - Ref

Moving to Brooklyn... living alone?" The worry in her voice was as familia

dreamed of - hardwood floors, crown molding, a

my moving-day checklist. The movers had positioned my desk exactly where

. Even my lucky coffee mug - the one that had seen me through thre

of dark hair behind my ear that had esc

e. My heart kicked up its familiar panicke

r, Skye. Normal peo

deep, male laughter and the clink

ay night special!" The voice was rich and warm, with just a hint

writer's retreat suddenly

the better of me. The voice continued, "Mrs. Garcia already gave me the g

fically promised me this was a quiet building, perfect for professionals wh

ntire contents of a kitchen supply store being unpacked. "Pass me that bo

ch noise all night. I had a deadline looming for my next book, and my

different voice now, probably this Ma

No, n

have been charming if it wasn't spelling the death of my writing s

through my wall, making me jump so hard I knocked over

ent 4B. The music was even louder in the hallway, and my heart was r

taring at a broad chest covered in a blac

ever seen - warm brown eyes, a strong jaw darkened by five o'clock shadow,

Brooklyn. "I'm Zane Rodriguez, just moving in. Sorry about

ng assembled. A tall Black man with neat dreadlocks and designer glasses - M

me looking up at him. "I'm Skye Mitchell from 4A, a

interest. "A writer

he'd catch my tone. "Very detailed ones.

e like warm honey, which was extremely annoying. "I like you already, Skye Mitchell. Hey, you

rested in quiet." I gestured at his ste

o adjust the volume, giving me a vi

level, but I could still feel the bass

ry writers I know love to people-watch. Gather material for their

nt stance and the way his eyes crinkled at

an

se it was advertised as quiet and professional. If that'

et sometimes, Ms. Mitchell. A little noise

s I retreated to my apartment, I heard Marc

ghtly - they always did when I had to confront people. I pulled out my phone an

y louder than before. Through the wall, I hear

eling Headphones" to my shopping list, rig

peaceful fresh start I'd planned. And Z

ome, very no