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The first time she truly captured his attention, it was through the thin barrier of their shared wall, a muffled rhythm that pulsed like a secret heartbeat agat the plaster. He had been trying to read, but the words blurred as a low, melodic hum filtered through, a sound that was both a whisper and a promise. Drawn to his window, he saw her then, silhouetted agat the golden lamplight of her own apartment, her body moving with a languid, unconscious grace. The curve of her hip swayed in a slow, hypnotic arc as she reached up to pull the p from her hair, a dark cascade tumbling down to kiss the small of her back. Her fingers trailed along her own collarbone, a self-possessed caress that made his breath catch in his throat. The thin fabric of her chemise clung to her form, hinting at the soft swell of her breasts with each deep, measured breath she took. She was a portrait of solitary indulgence, completely unaware of the audience she commanded next door. A soft, throaty laugh escaped her, a private joke or a moment of pure pleasure that sent a jolt straight through him. In that stolen moment, she wasn’t just a neighbor; she was the entire, intoxicating performance, and he was utterly captivated.
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