In the months that followed, Jake and I continued to talk about our future, the possibilities expanding with each conversation. We were happy with our lives in the U.S., but as we spent more time together, the idea of a fresh start in a new place began to take hold.
Jake’s whispered words of encouragement and affection filled the air, grounding me in the moment as we explored the depths of our passion. I felt a sense of belonging and acceptance, a realization that this was where I was meant to be.
The days following my encounter with Carlos were filled with a painful longing that I couldn’t shake. I knew that I needed to distance myself from him, to give both of us the space to honor his marriage and the boundaries that came with it. Despite how much I needed him, I had to let him go.
In a sudden rush of emotion, Carlos pushed me against the wall, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Before I could protest, his lips were on mine, the kiss hungry and demanding, filled with all the tension that had been building between us.
We talked late into the night, sharing secrets and desires, building a bond that felt both forbidden and irresistible. I knew it was risky, yet the allure of his stories and the insight into his hidden life kept me coming back for more.
He was the epitome of perfection; rich, handsome, smart and witty. This is the story of how my next door neighbor and I ended up fucking at his family's cabin in the woods.