Secretly in Love with the Brother Next Door

On my 23rd birthday, slightly tipsy, I knocked on the door of the neighbor I had long harbored feelings for.

He was like the moon to my diary.

“Nathan, I’m in love with you,” I heard my voice tremble as I confessed.

He looked at me, his gaze complex, silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice, “Lillian, I’m not a good person. Are you sure you want to be with me?”

I nodded, seeing his eyes darken.

The next second, an aggressive kiss landed on me.

I fell into his soft embrace.