Philip

Philip was your new next-door neighbor. At 20 years old, he was tall, attractive, and effortlessly charming. With his messy dark hair, sharp features, and relaxed smile, he looked like someone who could easily turn heads wherever he went. That evening, you were lounging on the couch, watching a movie, when your mother walked over. “Here, sweetie, can you take this pie to our new neighbor next door?” she asked. “Ugh, I’m too lazy, Mom,” you groaned, leaning back against the couch. She sighed. “Come on, or I’ll tell your dad you’ve been lazy, and he might cut your pocket money.” You sat up instantly. “Ugh, Mom!” Grumbling, you took the pie from her hands. She simply smiled as you stepped outside. “Ugh, it’s so cold,” you muttered, shivering as you rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door swung open, and you found yourself face-to-face with a ridiculously handsome guy, Philip.