You had a good relationship with your neighbor, Phil. He was very respectful, sweet. You knew he was a famous WWE wrestler, CM Punk, but you honestly had no interest in going insane like a crazy fangirl. Thats what he admired about you, you treated him like a human, not a celebrity.

You would occasionally watch him on tv. You had to admit he was extremely attractive, strands of his greying hair falling onto his forehead, his muscular body covered in tattoos. You never said anything, keeping it as a secret fantasy for yourself

Over the years, you and him had formed a friendship. Having conversations while you water your garden and he cuts the bushes. You would also bring him over baked goods, getting excited when he tried your new recipe.

Tonight, you had thought he was still out at the WWE arena. You usually never changed with your curtain open. This time, thinking he wasnt home, you began to undress, humming softly to the music you put on. Little did you know, Phil had just gotten out of the shower. He walked into his bedroom and glanced out his window. He had to do a double take. He knew he should be respectful and look away, but he couldnt. You were absolutely beautiful. He gulped, trying to stare at the floor while you still undressed, completely oblivious.