ZANE
Is it wrong that I watch him?
Leif Anderson seems like a friendly, kind, normal, boy-next-door type.
Unlike me.
His stalker, a creep who moved into the place next to his parents house to keep an eye on him.
Im not the bad guy, though.
Im the one who will protect him.
The cops dont believe hes in danger.
Maybe theyre right, and this is all in my messed-up head.
Ive been wrong before.
And no matter how I justify this to myself, my motives arent entirely pure.
Its impossible to watch a guy this hot walking around in those adorable beanies without getting a little turned on.
When he discovers my secret surveillance, Im sure its over.
No way he believes my reasons for watching him, but he doesnt report me for my crime.
Hes curious about me in a way I dont expect from a straight guy.
Or as I quickly learn, maybe not so straight.
Before I know it, were on a journey, exploring this wild, exciting part of Leif while I try to keep him safe from harm.
But the closer we get to one another, the more I wonder: what if it was all in my head?
What if no ones coming for him?
What if the real threat to Leif is me, the guy next door?
