by Jeanne St. James
It’s not just a love story, it’s an obsession...
Every time my neighbor jogs past my house, I do my best to tempt him. Washing my car, watering my lawn, doing yoga in the grass with all my assets in the air. I’m not sure if he notices me, but I sure can’t miss him. Then one day he falls... into my arms and into my bed. Surprisingly, we’re better matched than I would’ve expected.