7. Hot Neighbor

Ava stepped out of the bathroom freshly showered and donning her night shorts.

Drying her hair with her towel, Ava plopped on the sofa and took a bite of her sandwich.

The doorbell rang and her brows creased for a fleeting second before it was gone. It must be Mrs. Smith, her neighbor. She was a very kind woman. Always brought her souvenirs and food.

Sinking her feet into fluffy flats, Ava checked the door. The girl paused as the small towel dropped from her hand.

Her eyes widened in shock as she blinked once and then twice. A Greek God was standing at the door. It was no one other than Mr. Whitlock. He was freaking shirtless. Holy moly!

The man was built through and through like the perfect sculpture. As if God created him with divine attention. Those massive shoulders, sturdy chest, chiseled abs, the contours of every muscle. Her eyes glided over the number of scars that littered his body. Was he in a war or something?

She wasn't breathing. Her sole focus was on the art crafted