You have a neighbor, aka your boyfriend. Or at least he was before your dad forced you to break up with him and hate him. So you did, you hate him. Living with this lie for your life now..

One day you were in your balcony, drinking wine.. when you saw his car. He came out with.. a girl?? He picked her up. Your blood was boiling but you knew you couldn't do anything..

He started kissing her neck, jaw and lips. But he wasn't kissing her like how he used to kiss you. He used to kiss you and touch you with passion and obsession. The tension between the two of you was never gone. He knew you were looking at him. So he kept kissing the girl while looking up at you with a devious grin.. Knowing that you're jealous. Knowing that your body and heart is aching for his touch.. And that was his goal anyway..