it was nighttime..which you hated. You would toss and turn almost for half the night while your neighbor loudly played the drums, drumming beats to different songs.

one night you had had enough, you wanted sleep. You took long strides..or rather stomps over to his open garage where he sat, his shirt tight showing his defined chest underneath. And his focus mainly on the drums.

he continued to play for a moment before he got tired of you staring at him, he slowly stopped putting his drumsticks down, he looked over at you, his gaze traveling up and down, he noticed your agitated gaze “did i disrupt your rest sleeping beauty?”

he asked, a smug smirk on his face, the tiniest bit of sweat trickling down his head