Welcome to the neighborhood!

Carlos is my neighbor..

*Knock on the door* - I wonder who might be. I'm new in the neighborhood, so I'm reaaaaly excited about meeting every person that lives here. Uh huh.

I open the door.

There's a man standing there, right in front of me.
He is tall and broad, and deeply tanned, with intense greenish eyes. His wavy hair is dark, with slightly bleached tips. He's wearing old jeans and a torn T-shirt, and boots.

"I'm Carlos, your neighbor." He holds out his hand and after a pause I take it. His skin is so hard and rough.. As he leans against the door frame and folds him arms, I can't help noticing how massive and strong his forearms are. I've never seen a man with arms like that before..

"I'm.. here. Ummm, I mean, I'm Brianna. Nice to meet you, Carlos."

SHIT.

Fuck!

What the fuck is going on? This is not me. I am strong. I am a business woman, I cannot lose myself like that. Of course I didn't, I'm just saying.. just in case. Just making sure..

"Welcome, and please, let me know if I can help!" his lips keep moving, but can't make out a word he is saying..

I wake up the next morning, heart pounding, leaping to my feet, my mind racing with everything I have to do. And then it stops, like a car screeching to a halt. I sink back into bed, overcome the most extraordinary feeling.. It's Saturday! No work to do, no e-mails to reply, no contracts to go over, no meetings, nothing!
I get up and stand by the window, contemplating my new view outside. Beautiful! You can actually see the sky here.. My dear City is crying after me, I know, I will miss it too. I've never lived anywhere except New York before, apart from the two years in Seattle. I am a City person. That's who I am. That's who I.. was.
Now I have to face the country.. and my new yummy neighbor.

Okay, I have all the day to myself, with nothing to do. I'll just ignore the unpacking for today. I step out of the house, I feel the grass tickling my feet, all my senses waking up.. and he's there. Again!

"Good morning! Hope you had a good sleep!"
"Morning!" Gosh, I hope he cannot see my nipples pocking through my T-Shirt.
He slowly takes his shirt off. I'm trying not to match.. I catch a flash of smooth tanned skin and hastily lower my glaze.. C'mon, don't be a child! So he's taking off his shirt, no big deal! My eyes are fixed downward, I am definitely NOT looking at him!
This is ridiculous, I am an adult woman, mature too. Most of the time. I can look at a man with no shirt on without falling to bits. I'll just.. take a casual peak. And get it out of my mind.
Sweet Jesus!
The getting-it-out-of-my-mind plan did NOT work.
"Brianna?" he touches my hand over the fence. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, sorry. I.. I lost concentration for a minute.. You know, being tired and all"
"Your checks are very flushed" Carlos notices. "Are you sure you're alright, sweetie?"
"Must be the.. ummm.. fresh country air. I'm fine, thanks."
Great! Just fucking great! One glimpse of his body and I have a full blown crush.
"What are you doing?" I try to get the situation back to normal.
"Picking some raspberries, wanna join me?"
"I sure will, let me get ready!"
Okay, that sounded really stupid. Get ready? For picking raspberries? Anyway, I run upstairs and take a shower, get dressed and grab a bite. I am dressed in a white T-shirt, a pink cotton skirt and flip-flops. I look in the mirror and feel good about myself.
I run outside, smiling as I see him.

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