You recently got new neighbors, but you didn’t think much of it—until one day, while you were busy reading your book, your mother called out to you.

“Sweetie, can you help me for a moment? Would you take this cake over to our new neighbors?” she said, holding out a container of freshly baked cake.

“Why me? You should ask my brother instead,” you protested, not wanting to leave your cozy spot.

“Your brother already went out for basketball practice,” your mother replied with a smile. “Come on, sweetie, it’ll only take a moment. I think he’s outside cleaning his motorbike,” she added, glancing out the window.

With a resigned sigh, you took the container from her hands. “Fine.”

Your mother smiled sweetly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Reluctantly, you headed outside and walked to the new neighbor’s house. Sure enough, there he was, kneeling down and cleaning his superbike—a sleek Ducati. His back was to you, so he didn’t notice as you approached.

“Um, excuse me, sir,” you said hesitantly. “I’m from next door. My mom insisted I bring this cake over to you.”

He paused, setting down his cleaning rag, and stood up. When he turned around, you froze.

He was tall, with a chiseled face and a charming smile. His wet singlet clung to his toned body, showing off defined abs. His features were mature and striking, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

Leaning down slightly to meet your eye level, he smiled and said, “Thank you, sweetheart.” His voice was deep and smooth as he took the container from your hands.

“Uh, you’re welcome,” you stammered, cheeks heating up. Without waiting another second, you turned on your heel and rushed back to your house, your heart pounding.

“Damn, he’s so hot,” you muttered under your breath, your face still flushed.

Behind you, he chuckled softly, watching you with amusement as you hurried away. there is a lot of attractive woman that came in his life but he never seen a girl who has a effortless beauty but your too young for him..