Not only had Sofia, Tyler's stepmother, cooked for him, but she also insisted on doing the dishes after he was done eating.
As he stood awkwardly, Tyler couldn't keep his gaze away from her body for more than five seconds at a time.
Her T-shirt was cut short around the neck, but not too short. Just enough to reveal the beginning of her shoulders. With her brown hair in a bun, Tyler had a perfect view of her caramel neck, tanned to perfection.
She wiped the wet plate and reached up to place it in the cupboard.
As she reached upwards, Tyler's gaze reached downwards.
Sofia got on the tips of her toes, visible through her sandals. Her T-shirt rose, revealing part of her lower back, as well as the curvature of her hips and waist.
The jean shorts she was wearing didn't help either. They hugged her butt tightly, and accentuated the outline of her cheeks perfectly.
"Let me." Tyler said as he stepped closer.
He took the plate from her hand and easily got it into the high cupboard, slightly leaning over her in the process.
"T-Thanks..." She whispered, looking up at him.
"Thank you." He said with a smile, looking down at her.
The height difference couldn't be ignored. Sofia was rather petite, standing at 162 centimeters.
Tyler, on the other hand, was over 180 centimeters, though he was not sure how tall he was exactly. Most say he must be 185 centimeters, which would make him 15 centimeters taller than his father.
This height issue did cause marital problems, and had caused his father to think his wife at the time was a cheater.
An embarrassing DNA test proved that it wasn't the case. Still, he never apologized, explaining that he was fully within his rights to say all the mean things and insults he had said, considering the situation and possibility.
He did not apologize to his wife, nor did he apologize to his son for doubting that he, indeed, was his son.
"..."
The two stared at one another for a moment.
"Sorry," Tyler said and took a step back.
"It's nothing," A blushing Sofia whispered while momentarily massaging her neck. "It almost feels like you grow taller every time I see you."
"Bigger, maybe." Tyler chuckled as he tapped his stomach.
"It's all muscle anyway. That's fairly obvious."
"Um... I don't think it is."
The two laughed awkwardly for a bit.
Sofia did have a point, though.
Tyler felt he had become a complete fatass, but the truth was that he had only gained about 8 kilograms, something that could be rather quickly fixed.
Still, with his ab muscles having disappeared, he felt like a fatass and was convinced he was one.
"I should um... I should go." Sofia muttered while timidly pointing at the door. "Fiona is waiting."
"Oh, right." He nodded. "Completely forgot."
"I'll see you around?" She asked, walking past him. "Maybe you could come have dinner with us."
"I don't think so." Tyler said while scratching his head. "Sorry. Thank you for the groceries and the meal. It really brightened my day."
"Really?" Sofia smiled.
"Yeah." He could almost feel his cheeks start to burn. "My day is always better when you show up."
"Hihihi!" She laughed cheekily. "In that case, I'll keep showing up!" Sofia waved, and walked past the door.
"Thank Fiona, too!" Tyler waved, waited for Sofia to enter her car and leave, before closing the door.
He remained standing right behind the door for a couple of seconds.
The best part of the day had obviously passed.
Tyler sighed, and walked over to look through the window.
'How does an asshole like Dad keep landing these great women? I just don't get it.' He thought, not looking at anything in particular. 'Just like Mom, Sofia is exceedingly nice. I wonder if that's what it is. Women always complain about their asshole exes, but only after they break up. Maybe nice girls go out with assholes because they think they're too nice and that people will take advantage of them? No, that couldn't be it.' Tyler chuckled. 'After all, it's often only the asshole taking advantage of them.'
He found it to be a very puzzling question and situation.
Tyler was quickly stolen from that train of thought, however, when Olivia came into view.
She was the hottest woman in his neighbourhood, and must have been just a hair younger than Sofia.
Her body was incredible, and her breasts stood out the most.
They stood out the most... After her deep green, flowy hair. Such hair was pretty uncommon, and it made her look like an actress of sorts.
'Not sure why.' Tyler shrugged. 'But yes, it gives out actress vibes.'
Olivia wasn't an actress though, but a masseuse. She had just come back home from work.
Tyler moved to stand at the edge of the window rather than the center, and watched as she walked across the living room and into her bedroom.
Gulp-
This wasn't the first time he watched her undress. She was carefree and never bothered to lower her blinds until the time for bed came.
Still, Tyler turned away the moment her hands took hold of her clothes.
He walked around the kitchen for a bit, before coming back to the window.
Olivia was now in her living room.
She lay on her couch while watching Tv, wearing nothing but underwear.
Tyler could only look for a bit before feeling too much pressure.
With the way her living room was configured, the TV was towards him, and the couch opposite.
She was lying on her side, so Tyler could get a good view of her huge breasts, one lying on the other.
Unfortunately, her watching Tv meant looking in his direction. As such, he could not enjoy the view properly, fearing that he might be noticed at any moment.
Ding!
Tyler jumped away from the window in surprise, before looking in the direction of what had produced that ding.
It was his phone, nothing more.
What's worse, the owner of the convenience store where he worked was asking if he could take on another shift as Gerard, his co-worker, had fallen ill.
Tyler looked at his window for a bit, then at the door.
Yes, the best part of the day had already passed.
'Not like I creep around all evening.' He sighed. 'Guess I'll make a couple more bucks. Couldn't hurt.
Just like that, Tyler was off to work again.
It would take a bit longer for a different kind of -ding- to resonate.