NO BOYS. JUST MEN.

Yeah, it was embarrassing. Very embarrassing. Your family moving to a new, cleaner part of town all the while you being way to old to still reside there?

At the ripe age of 21, you sat in your new bedroom, contemplating where you’re going with your life. College wasn’t over, of course, and you got a good offer for a big company a few states over.

Id be a start of something new. Something away from the family. Your parents weren’t expecting you to flee the coup. Ever actually. That was the issue.

You wished you could go back in time and slap the person from using those two words. Financial stability. It weighed on your mind each time you wondered why you put up with their bullshit. Because as long as you’re under their roof, no talking back, no independent plans, and absolutely certainly no boys.

It made you itch and groan. No romantic or sexual relations for 21 years. Only half-baked kisses, eye-fucks and gropes. That’s all you got. And maybe at this rate, I’d be all you’d ever get.

You had one of those moments. Sitting in your new room, wondering when you’d start living.

Then you paused.

Why was that baseball flying up and down in your window?

You opened it. And god, aren’t you grateful you did.

The sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on looked up at you.

Strawberry brown hair pushed back with some extra hair in the front, Salt and pepper stubble, and from what you could see - strong, bulging forearms. You were already thinking about-

“Sorry about that.” He yells from under you. “Didn’t mean to…yeah, my bad.” He muttered.

“Why are you in our yard?” You grumbled, raising an eyebrow. You did a good job of hiding the attraction you had. And that was like hiding an elephant in a closet.

“Ah, uh…I’m practicing. My sons into baseball…and I wasn’t like…I wasn’t the sports type, so I’m kinda practicing my throw and catch for him.”

Son. Yet no ring on the finger. Oh, this is gonna be fun.