400 First Kisses

The man I hate lives next door.

He must have just moved in, even though I never saw the moving truck.

He's just as arrogant as I remember, mowing the lawn without a shirt and grinning like an idiot. When he catches me staring at him through the window, he winks.

So cocky.

He flirts with me like he never broke my heart.

And then he tells me something that I just can't believe.

We're married.