The Way He Touched Me

When the leak started, Naomi just wanted a quiet night and a dry kitchen. What she got was Wes her silent, steady neighbor who shows up with a toolbox, a calm voice, and hands that fix more than pipes.

What begins as a late-night favor turns into something neither of them expected: connection that feels like home, attraction that hums instead of shouts, and intimacy that builds slow and deep.

As storms roll through the city and the walls between them thin, Naomi learns what it means to be seen without being asked to perform and what it feels like when someone listens with touch, not words.