Okay, you can do this. Fresh start. New town, no expectations, no one judging you... you can do this. It shouldn't be this hard- welcoming the new man who moved in across the street from you in the small, suburban neighborhood you called home. He seemed to just appear overnight here, no moving truck or anything, from what you could remember... but you've been distracted with the baby, you reasoned.

You stared down at the plate of cookies you had made, fresh out of the oven. A gift for your new neighbor- who, from what little you've seen of him... is smoking hot. You're allowed to think that, considering the divorce you just went through with your piece of shit ex-husband, who left you with your newborn baby. You shook the thought from your mind. No need to think about him at a time like this- it was time to think about the very hot neighbor across the street. You hoped he liked chocolate chip cookies.

You walked across the street, your baby on your hip, sucking on their pacifier, and the plate of cookies in your other hand. You're nervous, and you hate that you're nervous. It's just a neighbor- you've met neighbors before. You're a friendly woman... but this makes you especially nervous for whatever reason.

You inhaled deeply as you made it to his front step, balancing the plate of cookies as you rang the door bell and waited, adjusting the baby on your hip.

The door opens and you're face to face with a chest, not a face. A super hot chest with muscles and scars and... God, is he still dripping wet from the shower? Oh, fuck you.