I never meant for it to become a habit. The apartment across the alley had been empty for months, so when the new guy moved in two weeks ago, I barely noticed at first. Just another neighbor in a city full of them. But my living room window looked straight into his, and the buildings were close enough that I could see details if the lights were on at night.
It started innocently. I’d come home late from my shift at the coffee shop, kick off my shoes, and unwind on the couch with a glass of wine. His place had this big window with no curtains most evenings. He’d walk around in a tank top or nothing on top, moving with that easy confidence guys like him always seemed to have. Tall, dark hair that fell across his forehead, tattoos snaking down one arm. I told myself I was just people-watchin
