You sit down at your kitchen counter and take a sip of your morning coffee. You stretch to grab a hold of your daily calendar. Flipping to September, you become overwhelmed with excitement as you realize that today is circled multiple times in black sharpie. 

It should have arrived by now, you think to yourself. You had order the sex toy almost a month ago, and the anticipation of its arrival was defeating. Being twenty eight and having a demanding job made it hard to make time for relationships. You needed some fun and excitement. 

You take another sip of your coffee and hop off the kitchen stool. You readjust your silk robe and slip on your fluffy slippers. You walk out the door, greeted by a cool breeze and a warming sun. You admire your green grass as you walk down the driveway to the mailbox. Your stomach gets all bubbly as you slowly open it. 

To your complete heartbreak, there is no box. You rip out the white envelopes, hoping it is hidden behind, with no luck. 

You stomp your foot like a child as you groan. You are infuriated. Your eyes grow wide as you realize someone is going to open a package that they were definitely not expecting. The heat rushes to your cheeks before you practically run inside, trying to figure out where your package might have been delivered. 

You rush to your computer and see the newly received email states: "Your package has been delivered to; 870 Quiet Meadow Lane. Enjoy!"

You're heart drops to the pit of your stomach when you realize that you must have typed the wrong address. Your address is: 871 Quiet Meadow Lane. 

Your stomach begins to do somersaults. You know who received your package, and it makes you want to curl up in a tiny ball and never see another human being, for the embarrassment would be too much to handle. Taking a deep breath, you walk over to the window and lift a blind slat, peeking out to the house across the street. 

You examine the facts. His name is Harry. He is around the age of twenty four you guess, so he is on the younger side for you. He must have a decent job if he owns a house, and he is absolutely gorgeous. You have seen him gardening a few times, and when he mows the lawn shirtless, you can't help but get butterflies. You have talked a few times, once at a neighbor's Halloween party, but never really anything past 'hello' and 'how are you'. 

It occurs to you that the longer you stare out the window, the more time Harry will have to open the box and discover how terrible of a person you are. You stop thinking about what could happen, and decide it's better to rip the band-aid off sooner than later. 

Next thing you know, you are standing outside his red door ringing the bell continuously. You hear feet approach, and your heart starts racing as you think about what the hell you are going to say.  

As soon as he comes into view from behind the door, your mind becomes hazy and all previous thoughts have vanished. 

Harry's bare skin is tan and smooth. Unknown tattoos show themselves for the first time, which makes him look much older and mature. His hair is in knots on top of his head as he runs his fingers through the curls. The most excruciating part is he wears only black boxers that hang low on his hips.  

"Hi," Harry raises his eyebrows as a smirk makes it way onto his face. You are the beautiful lady four years his major. He finds you very attractive, but especially now as you stand in your silk robe with crazy hair and the faint outline of your nipples showing through your thin pajama shirt. 

"Hi," you manage to speak out. You can already feel your face heating up. 

"I think you might have something of mine," you try your best to sound confident and worthy of respect, but it comes out meek and little. 

"Oh, I do?" Harry teases knowingly. The door is now fully open, and his broad shoulders take up most of the doorway. 

"Mm hm," you nod your head and look down with embarrassment. He chuckles.

"And can I ask, what might it look like?" He is just bullying you now, you think to yourself. He has it, and he has opened it. 

"Oh Harry, will you please just give it to me, this is embarrassing enough as it is!" You plead. He throws his head back with a laugh. 

"One minute," he jogs out of view and comes back seconds later with your box.

"Sorry I opened it," he apologizes. 

"It's alright. Thank you, but can we forget about this?" You ask politely. 

"It's kind of hard to forget," Harry admits. 

You turn to walk down the front steps with your long awaited package securely in your possession. 

Before you walk across the street, Harry yells to you, "Hey Y/N!" You whip your head around, surprised he is still standing at his door. 

"Why need a toy when I live right across the street?" His eyes sparkle with excitement and anticipation. 

Your jaw drops to the ground and you can barely contain yourself. You try your hardest to collect your composure. Just the thought of being with Harry makes your lady parts crave him. You simply shrug your shoulders and with a grin say, "I'll think long and hard about it Harry." 

Note // Sorry I haven't really updated any in a while. School has started and I have sports and such. 

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