The young man down the hall.

My heart beats hard in my chest, my pulse racing as I think about that smirk on my neighbor's face.

My mind cant help but go back to the way his fit body looked in the tight shirt and jogging shorts.

My eyes widening at my train of thought, I turn toward the door, looking out the peep hole, but I can see no sign of my neighbor.

Maybe that's it? Maybe he just went back into his apartment and will go on with his day as if nothing ever happened?