| ANDRE’S POV |
The rain tapped a steady rhythm against my window, matching the thumping in my chest. My room was dark, just the way I needed it. Opposite my window, my friend’s mom, Mrs. Lisa, had her window glowing like a private movie screen made just for me.
I had been crushing on her for as long as I could remember, even before her divorce last year, and with each passing day, I found myself watching her more, feeling bolder, unable to look away.
I didn’t bother turning on my bedroom light when I got home. I went straight to the chair by my window, my heart already racing. It was almost ten, the exact time Mrs. Lisa always went to bed.
And there she was. She stepped into her bedroom, yawning as she stretched her arms above her head. Her shirt lifted just enough to reveal a strip
