It had been two weeks since Casper had moved in and I had finally managed to get my shit together. I had normal conversations with him, now only rarely making an idiot of myself.

I never saw anyone but him go into his apartment. Not that I was specifically looking, I just noticed things.

A stunning guy like him would at least have a hookup once in a while, wouldn't he?

I had by pure coincidence realized that he would leave the house every Sunday morning. He wouldn't return till late afternoon. Perhaps, that was when he would get his... you know.

I had to stop being such a nosy cunt. I never had a clue what Mrs. Parker had been up to and she had lived in that apartment long before I moved in.

Casper caught me completely off guard by inviting me to his place for dinner together with a few very diverse friends.

There was a lesbian couple that both worked as criminal prosecutors, a trans guy that had recently had his top surgery done, as well as a "black lives matter" activist and his model boyfriend.

...and just plain old me.

Everyone had an amazing origin story for how they had made their way into Casper's life and my only claim to fame was being the nextdoor neighbor.

Casper was very comfortable amongst his friends and now I was secretly hoping that he was queer too.

Once his friends left, I offered to stay and help clean up. He didn't hesitate for a second and put me straight to work.

I was not expecting the reward I got for helping him. Without warning, he hugged me tight with those amazing arms and said, "thanks, I owe you one."

Was that a wink?

I left his apartment and went straight for my spot to calm down with Devil's latest one shot; "Faster".