You never knew that when your neighbor offered to help fix up some of your appliances to avoid the cost, you’d be so distracted.

What was so sexy about a guy fixing your sink? Was it the way his phalanges curled around the wrench? Or the frustrated rough grunts and grumbles as the pipes seemed to almost fight back?

Maybe it was just the fact that it was him doing it.

Raw, domestic, masculine energy emitted off him in waves, washing over you and making you feel practically entranced.

“Tch, keeps fuckin’ gushing on my hand…” … The sink, of course.

Lord give you strength.