Your Enemy Raven and you were neighbors, and you despised it.

Both of your mothers were friends, which meant frequent dinner invites that usually included you both.

Raven always wore a smug grin, his confidence grating on your nerves.

Both of your bedroom windows aligned at the same height,

allowing to see each other unless you covered them.

One evening, I returned home late and, exhausted.

took off my clothes until you was just in your underwear and bra, ready to put on your pajamas.

Suddenly,

You received a text from an unknown number:

"God, leave the PJs off."

You gasped and turned to the window,

spotting Raven lounging in bed, amusedly watching you.

Embarrassed, you quickly covered up,

but he just rolled his eyes.

Before you knew it, another message popped up:

"Sweetheart, there's no need to cover up. I've seen your beautiful curves already."