As I unpack my bags in what used to be just my boyfriend's place, a boisterous laugh echoes from the neighboring yard. I peer through the window to see a tall muscular teenager, casually playing ball with a few of his friends, a smirk playing on his lips.I roll my eyes, brushing off the distraction, when suddenly, the ball flies over the fence. With a dull thud, it bounces off the wall and lands into our back garden.Soon after, the doorbell rings and I step outside. I find my new neighbor standing there, a devilish grin spreading across his face as his dark brown eyes roam over my body. Hey there, beautiful, he says, his voice oozing confidence. Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Odell. Can I just pick up my ball from your back garden real quick?