They call him the Anaconda, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t because he likes snakes.

Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I’d spend hours viewing from the security of my bedroom windows.

I saw lots of things We probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes I’d touch myself, imagining it had been his hands roaming over my own body instead of my own. I had formed just one single mission-to discover out if the gossips were true.

The other day, he caught me viewing him.

I was mortified. I used to be ready to quit college, move to a different country, and live the rest of my entire life stating, ‘Nick who?’ But, evidently, life had various other ideas.

Because Nick? Well, he isn’t just my neighbor . He’s also my father’s closest friend. If I believed things were tough before, these were about to get a whole lot more complicated.

Oh, and the ones gossips? Holy fuck, had been they true . . .

Contains mature themes.