The Window

When two guys moved into an apartment across the street from me, it was the distraction I needed from my mundane life.

I had a perfect view into their window from my apartment. Since their curtains were always open, I couldn’t help but look into their Manhattan studio apartment and into the couple’s lives.

There was a tall and handsome Wall Street professional, with a thick and muscular body. He had bright ginger hair. I called him Red.

His boyfriend was a dark-haired and brown-eyed artist. He had a slender body and piercing blue eyes. I called him Wolf.

The more I saw, the more I couldn’t look away.

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