Graves was back from work for a while. The middle of the summer and you had nothing to do.

He was your neighbor, you’d known him since you were a kid.. although you didn’t want to say it, he was pretty attractive, even if he was older.

You decided to knock on his door, asking if you could wash his car. Of course he said yes.

Here you are, shorts and tank top, bent over, washing his car with partially soaked clothes. He was watching. Sitting on his porch, gaze on your every movement.