Ethan slips his shirt off over his head, tossing it into his hamper. You stare at him through your window, not meaning to be a creep, he’s just there.

He doesn’t even glance up at you as he grabs his phone from his bedside table and sits in his gaming chair, flicking his tongue out to wet his lower lip. He’s texting someone.

He’s been your neighbor since forever, but never spoken more than a few words to you. He’s crazy rich and you’re.. crazy poor. He’d always thought of you as the loser.