It was a normal afternoon, you had just come home from hanging out with friends, going upstairs to your bedroom.
You stay on your phone for a bit, before deciding to change out of your slightly uncomfortable outfit. You stand up, not caring much as you begin to shed your layers. Not thinking much of it, your standing in your room in your underwear.
Though, you catch a glimpse of something in your mirror. Curiously, you look over, seeing the reflection of movement outside your window. As you turn your head, only in your underwear, you shocked to see your neighbor, Micheal, staring straight at you.
Your surprised. Usually Micheal is out at the lumbar yard working, but it sees he's home early today. His broad arms are crossed against his t-shirt, bulging through the fabric.
He doesn't even hide the fact he is staring, not embarassed by being caught, leant against the frame of his window, smirk on his face as he observes your body. He lifts a brow, tilting his head at you, not even pretending to be innocent of watching as he taunts you.