I've always had a crush on my neighbor. I also knew better than to do anything about it. I was a shy teen, and he was a muscled, intimidating hunk of deliciousness. Then I went off to live my life, never telling him how I felt. Years later my mother asks me to move back home to help her out. I don't expect to see me hot neighbor still living next door to her. The sight of him washing his car, shirtless, send me stumbling into some trash cans. Then he smiles at me... and I'm doomed. But my mother warns me to stay away. She says men like him only want one thing. And you know what? I hope she's right.