With a groan, I lift the last box from my car and walk it inside of my new place. Once I’m inside, I set it down and look around. It isn’t anything fancy, and I don’t have any furniture yet, but I’m excited for the new start.

Tomorrow, I’ll be starting my new job as a secretary for an attorney. Not really the type of job that I would have ever applied for before, but things are different now. When I lost my previous job, I threw caution to the wind, and now I’m here.

The entire town that I’ve just moved to has the same population as just a few blocks in my old neighborhood. I’m so excited to live in a small community. When I drove through town, I knew that this was the place for me. Everything is quaint, and adorable. This is what new beginnings are about.

Making my way into the bedroom, I decide to unpack my clothes. Tonight, I’ll be sleeping on a blowup mattress, at least until I can get to a furniture store after work and buy a bed. I might not be able to afford anything else, but I’ll have a bed, minimum.

Once my clothes are hanging up in the closet neatly, I venture outside. The house is only a one bedroom, one bathroom, postage stamp that was built in the forties. But the backyard is spacious, bigger than the entire house and I love it.

I inhale deeply and look around the empty yard. I have plans for this place, an outdoor oasis. Walking into the middle of the yard I slowly spin around, enjoying the sun on my face. Freezing, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

Turning my head to the side, I look behind me, but nothing is there. Nothing but a fence. Then, I hear something on the other side of the barrier.

As quietly as I can, I walk over to a hole in the fence and bend down, closing one eye and looking through with the other. My breath hitches at the sight in front of me.

It’s a man.

He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of low slung jeans on his hips. He has abs, ripples and ridges that I’ve never seen before in person littering his chest.

I lick my lips as I watch him. He’s got a bag hanging from his porch and he’s boxing. His black hair hangs down in front of his eyes and I can see his sweat glitter in the sunlight even from as far away as I am.

He’s stunning.

I feel like a total creeper as I watch him, but I don’t care, he’s beautiful to take in.

He stops punching the bag, and turns his head, his eyes seemingly looking directly at me. I curse, stumbling backwards. Turning away, I run toward my house and slip inside before he realizes what a freak his new neighbor is.

I can feel her eyes on me, again. That’s okay, I’ve been watching her too. She’s been in her place for four days now, and she’s become my new obsession. I watch her leave for work in the morning, then I watch as she arrives home. I leave my windows open, waiting to hear her go outside and then I take that as an opportunity to work out.

She watches me when I punch my bag, she watches me when I jump rope, or when I flip the giant tire I have across my yard. She’s like me a little, in the sense that she watches.

Sometimes I can hear her panting breaths through the little hole in the fence. I have to fight my erection every single fucking minute that I feel her eyes on me.

Tonight, all that shit changes. It’s Sunday night. I don’t know what she does for a living yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s a weekday gig. Especially since I heard her open a bottle of wine a few minutes ago, and I haven’t seen her drink all week. Yesterday she was in and out all day, as well, coming home with bags from various stores.

Throwing caution to the wind, I hop the fence that separates our houses, quickly. I hear her squeal as I land on the grass. Standing up tall, I lift my gaze to her own.

She doesn’t scream or go running away from me. No, her big brown eyes widen, but other than that she doesn’t move.

Stalking toward her, I stop when I’m directly in front of her. “I’m Heath,” I announce.

“Kinsley,” she rasps, her voice husky.

She slowly stands, setting her wine glass down on the cement before she straightens. I watch as her tits rise and fall with her panting breaths.

I smirk, loving the way I affect her. I place my finger beneath her chin and tip her head back. “You’ve been watching me,” I tsk.

Her brow arches and her lips twitch. “You’ve been putting on quite the show for me,” she whispers. Her words are brave, but I can see her lips trembling beneath my gaze. I lean down, close enough to kiss her, but I don’t. She hasn’t earned my lips on her body yet. “What now?” she asks.

Giving her a wicked grin, I let my hand fall from her and take a step back. “I think I’d like to watch a bit more, Kinsley.”

“Are you suggesting…” She breathes leaving the question hanging in the air.

I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head to the side. “I like to watch, and you like to watch…”

She bites down on her bottom lip, and her eyes shift to the side. That bravery she had just seconds ago has completely vanished. Then her brown eyes meet mine and there’s a determination that lights up her face and my cock, it hardens even more.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” she smirks, crossing her arms under her tits. I groan as they are pushed up and the view is nothing short of spectacular.

I shove my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and shove them down to my ankles. I hear her gasp, but when I look up her eyes are focused on my hard cock. It fucking aches, wishing it could be anywhere near her body. I wrap my hand around the head and squeeze, before I stroke.

“I think you could be, if you wanted to be,” I chuckle.