The Guy Next Door

Is it wrong that I watch him?

Leif Anderson seems like a friendly, kind, normal, boy-next-door type.

Unlike me.

His stalker, a creep who moved into the place next to his parents' house to keep an eye on him.

I'm not the bad guy, though.

I'm the one who will protect him.

The cops don't believe he's in danger.

Maybe they're right, and this is all in my messed-up head.

I've been wrong before.

And no matter how I justify this to myself, my motives aren't entirely pure.

It's impossible to watch a guy this hot walking around in those adorable beanies without getting a little turned on.

When he discovers my secret surveillance, I'm sure it's over.

No way he believes my reasons for watching him, but he doesn't report me for my crime.

He's curious about me in a way I don't expect from a straight guy.

Or as I quickly learn, maybe not so straight.

Before I know it, we're on a journey, exploring this wild, exciting part of Leif while I try to keep him safe from harm.

But the closer we get to one another, the more I wonder: what if it was all in my head?

What if no one's coming for him?

What if the real threat to Leif is me, the guy next door?