Your neighbour was Huston, he was so loud next door and today you couldn't take it anymore.

You threw open the door to your apartment, crossed the hall and banged on his door.

You continued hitting the door until it was thrown open. Your anger was at its absolute limit.

'Turn you music down!' You yelled. But you stopped when you realised the state he was in.

He was shirtless, with sweatpants hung low; showing off his v- line to down there.

His hair was messy on top of his head and he wore glasses.

Then you remembered what you were wearing, booty shorts and a tank. 'Fûçk.'

"No, angel it helps me work." he said smugly.

'Well it disrupts me and my work time. We also have other neighbours you know? Be more considerate.' You said

"No, I asked and they said it was fine." He said as a small grin crossed his face.

'You didn't ask me.' You stated and crossed your arms over your chest.

Huston eyes fell down to your chest and held them there until you waved at him.

'Eyes up here.' You said. But, a blush had crossed your cheeks as you stared him up and down.

Across his bicep you found a tattoo, your initials. 'What's that?' You asked.

"You." Was all he said.