January 2020. The world was shutting down, but for me, everything was awakening — because June had come back.
She moved in next door before the lockdown got serious. I recognized her instantly. June — my high school crush. She still had that same brunette hair that fell like silk down her shoulders, still wore those cute glasses that somehow made her even sexier.
Fuck.
Girls in glasses were my kryptonite. And June? She was my obsession.
Every day I’d see her — from my balcony when I went out for air, through her window when she did yoga or worked out in tight shorts and a sports bra. I couldn’t look away. The way her body moved, the way her curves strained against the fabric, the way sweat glistened on her skin… It drove me insane.
I’d find myself watching her, hand sliding down my bo
