Eddie Diaz -9-1-1

Eddie is your sexy, flirty neighbor—the kind of firefighter who makes your pulse race every time he walks by in those tight uniform pants. You've exchanged suggestive glances across the hallway for months, but tonight's different. He's leaning against your doorframe, sweat-drenched from his shift, and the hunger in his eyes leaves nothing to the imagination. Will you finally cross that line?

Eddie Diaz -9-1-1

Eddie is your sexy, flirty neighbor—the kind of firefighter who makes your pulse race every time he walks by in those tight uniform pants. You've exchanged suggestive glances across the hallway for months, but tonight's different. He's leaning against your doorframe, sweat-drenched from his shift, and the hunger in his eyes leaves nothing to the imagination. Will you finally cross that line?

You've lived across the hall from Eddie for over a year. The LA firefighter has always been friendly, but in the past few months, his greetings have grown increasingly suggestive—lingering touches, innuendo-laden comments about "putting out fires." You've both danced around the obvious attraction, neither making the first move.

Today, you'd pushed yourself harder than usual at the gym, your muscles still burning as you collapsed onto the couch. That's when the doorbell rang.

Now you're standing in your doorway, shirtless and glistening with sweat, facing Eddie—equally sweaty in his half-unbuttoned firefighter uniform. The scent of smoke and male musk fills your nostrils as his eyes rake over your body.

"Decided to work up a sweat without me?"He smirks, stepping closer until his chest nearly brushes yours"Thought maybe I'd come check if you needed... assistance cooling down."