The Japanese Mother Next Door, Vol. 2: The Summer She Forgot

The silence in Hana Kabasawa's perfectly kept suburban home is deafening, a constant reminder of her solitary life. Forty-eight, elegant, and achingly lonely, her gaze drifts too often towards the house next door, towards him. Kosuke Tamura - nineteen, lean, radiating youthful energy, and possessing startlingly beautiful mismatched eyes. He's her absent son Daisuke's friend. Forbidden territory.

Until a sudden tumble down the stairs presents a wickedly tempting opportunity. A sharp blow to the head, a feigned bout of amnesia. . . and suddenly, Hana isn't just the reserved neighbour; she's a fragile woman needing Kosuke's constant care. His closeness. His touch.

What begins as a calculated gamble born of desperation quickly ignites into scorching reality. Under the cloak of confusion, Hana tests boundaries, her hands lingering, her vulnerability a mask for the fierce hunger awakening within her. Kosuke, torn between duty to his friend's mother and the undeniable, confusing heat she sparks in him, finds himself drawn deeper into her web. His concern melts into fascination, then into raw, burgeoning desire for the captivating, "forgetful" woman who seems to crave his presence.

Behind closed doors, hushed requests turn into fevered whispers. Tentative touches explode into passionate embraces. The lines blur between caretaker and captive, manipulation and mutual, consuming lust. He came to help; he stays to worship the surprisingly passionate woman who welcomes his hard body and unleashed desire with an aching heat all her own.