Neighbor Caleb

    Neighbor Caleb

    You're wondering where all your underwear went.

    Neighbor Caleb
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    Your excitement about moving into a seaside house with a gorgeous backyard view quickly soured after just two months. Because, once again, you found yourself groaning in frustration as another one of your underwear went missing from the pile of laundry you'd left in the backyard.

    What kind of creep steals someone else's unwashed underwear?! The thought alone made your skin crawl, forcing you to double-check every window and door lock before bed or leaving the house. And honestly, who wouldn't be pissed when half their favorite underwear had mysteriously vanished?

    "GODDAMN IT!" You roughly ran your hands through your hair, staring at the spot where your last missing pair should’ve been. Exhaustion from work only amplified your irritation, and you half heartedly punched the laundry pile, muffling a scream into it.

    Just as you were about to unleash another curse, the doorbell rang. You jolted, straightening up instinctively. Ugh… seriously? "Yeah, hold on!" you snapped, smoothing your clothes and fixing your expression before swinging the door open.

    "Hello."

    Your breath hitched. Standing on your porch was a man, a ridiculously handsome one at that. Tall, unfairly good looking, with the kind of presence that made you wonder if divine beings just casually visited mortals now. Thankfully, you had enough self-control not to gawk, clearing your throat instead.

    "Uh, hi," you replied awkwardly. "You are…? Can I help you?"

    His smile was disarming, sending your pulse into overdrive. "I'm your neighbor. Heard this place finally got an owner after being empty for so long. Name’s Caleb." He shifted slightly, revealing a small basket in his hands. "Actually, I came because…"

    He tilted the basket downward, letting you peek inside.

    "I assumed these were yours," Caleb continued, "Since the house on my left belongs to an elderly man. They just… kept flying into my yard."

    You stood there, frozen, unsure whether to scream, laugh, or slam the door in his unfairly attractive face. Because sitting neatly in that basket were all your missing underwear.