We'd always lived close.
The mysterious neighbor across the street. I watched him often. He was beautiful, as if carved straight from the hand of God. He had tanned skin that stretched nicely over his muscles, blond hair that was more golden at the tips, and eyes so blue, you forgot what color the sky was. He was hot, to say the least.
I used to be so obsessed with him. After a while, I tried to tear my eyes away from the window and focus on relationships that were more realistic. It didn't work. Once I brought a boy home, but all I did was compare this boy to a man. A man I couldn't have.
Or so I thought.
