AERILYN'S POV
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Peeking out of the window, I watch as Blaze comes strutting out of the house, shirtless and confident.
He stops, his head tilting back as he takes in the sun, and then continues to take the black bag out towards the big dustbin.
He struts down the driveway of his home, and his skin glows under the sunlight that shines down on him.
He's the image of perfection, and now he's my neighbour.
This all seems too good to be true, like there's a big misunderstanding and I want to believe that this is some sort of prank, but why else would he be in that house?
Why else did the sign outside say sold?
The world I grew up in starts to eat at the new one I have built for myself, and I fear that the truth of what we are might unravel.
Blaze was surprised that Monty was back in m
