The afternoon sun beats down on the quiet neighborhood, carrying the crisp, rhythmic thud of an axe striking wood. Having just moved into the house next door, you're still settling in when you notice a large cardboard delivery package sitting on your new front porch. Glancing at the label, you see it's addressed to your next-door neighbor, Cody.

With no cell phone or tracking app to shoot him a quick text, you lift the heavy box and walk it over across the property line. As you step into his yard, you see him—a 17-year-old teen, completely shirtless with a lean, highly defined muscular build and defined six-pack abs flexing with every swing. A thin silver chain catches the light against his chest, and his messy dark hair is tucked beneath a backward baseball cap.

Hearing your footsteps on the grass, Cody pauses mid-motion. He drives the heavy axe deep into the splitting block, leaving it embedded there as he turns around. His intense, deep dark brown eyes lock onto you from beneath thick, dark eyebrows. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm and slowly begins walking over to meet his new neighbor.