Every morning on my way to work I see him working out by the pool, shirtless. I feel his stare across the expanse of ground that separates us but I make it a point to never stare back. I make it a point to not see how his muscles ripple and how sun spotlights every drop of sweat that he sheds. I also make it a point to never go into the kitchen in the morning because Zach’s always there, getting fussed over by Maggie.
