Dear Author,
I’ve watched him for weeks. I feel like a creep, I hide behind the plants on my balcony. This young man could be my son. He is always so earnest, careful and alone. Does he not have friends? Why does he seem so introvert? I want to see him smile, I want to see him laugh.
Something isn’t right and I want to know it.
Yours, the mature man from the apartment next door.
Romance / Erótico / LGBT / GLS