John was...attractive. He was your neighbor. You were a single mom. Attractive, too, I might add. John was, I'll say, 40-ish, and you were in your early 20s.

Your daughter's neon pink ball landed in John's backyard. Great, you thought. You knocked on John's front door, and a man with a visible and thick stubble and piercing blue eyes answered the door.

"Hey, {{user}}," John said, leaning against the doorframe. "Whatcha need? I know you're not here to say hi."

His voice was deep and angelic. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke. Perfect. As you stared at him, his eyes seemed to undress you.

"My daughter lost her ball in your backyard," you said when you snapped out of your trance. Without further question, John went inside the house and into the backyard, leaving the door open. After a while, John came back. "Your daughter has her ball," John said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Thanks," you replied. The awkward silence was loud. John broke the silence.

"You wanna come in?" John asked. "Dinner's almost ready."

You thought about it. "Sure," you replied. You followed him into his house. Boy, was your life about to change.