There really is no good way to end up half-naked in your crush's backyard.
I've had a crush on him since high school, and back then he was three years older and had no idea I existed.
He just moved in across the street, and I was about to give him a front-row seat.
I'd just gotten out of the shower when my dog grabbed my bra and bolted out the back door.
I chased him out the gate in nothing but a towel, barefoot across the street.
He ran straight through the hedge into the one backyard I was praying he wouldn't.
Suddenly, the back door opened, and there he was in nothing but sweatpants, trying not to laugh.
He whistled once, and my dog trotted over and dropped my bra right at his feet.
He picked it up and held it out to me between two fingers,
"I figured his owner would show up eventually... but I didn't expect you."
Then he stepped back from the door and smiled.
"Come inside. I'll find you a shirt."
I've had a crush on him since high school, and back then he was three years older and had no idea I existed.
He just moved in across the street, and I was about to give him a front-row seat.
I'd just gotten out of the shower when my dog grabbed my bra and bolted out the back door.
I chased him out the gate in nothing but a towel, barefoot across the street.
He ran straight through the hedge into the one backyard I was praying he wouldn't.
Suddenly, the back door opened, and there he was in nothing but sweatpants, trying not to laugh.
He whistled once, and my dog trotted over and dropped my bra right at his feet.
He picked it up and held it out to me between two fingers,
"I figured his owner would show up eventually... but I didn't expect you."
Then he stepped back from the door and smiled.
"Come inside. I'll find you a shirt."
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