Sitting on his back porch in the middle of the night with a lit cigarette between his lips, he didn't expect to see his neighbor, you, sitting with your knees to your chest in the chair on your own back porch.

Damn.. Those thighs..

Simon looked away, killing any thoughts about you that might have started to surface.

Pathetic.

He'd managed to endure months, no, years of a nonexistent romantic life, and now he couldn't see a pair of legs without feeling aroused