Naughty Nights with Neighbors: A Threesome with a Moving Man and

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The golden hour sun bled through the dusty windowpane, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor where they had all collapsed, breathless and intertwined. Jack’s calloused hand, usually so sure and strong when lifting boxes, now rested with a tender uncertainty on Safira’s bare shoulder, his thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles. A soft sigh escaped Kiara’s lips as she leaned her head against his other arm, her fingers gently lacing with Safira’s where they met on his chest. The air itself felt charged and thick, humming with the unspoken words and shared warmth that clung to their skin. Safira turned her face into Jack’s neck, her quiet breath a warm caress against his pulse point, feeling it flutter in response. In the comfortable silence, their three heartbeats seemed to find a new, syncopated rhythm, a fragile melody composed in the aftermath of their shared vulnerability. Kiara watched them, her eyes glistening with a profound emotion that was both fierce and impossibly soft, a silent testament to the connection blossoming in the dim light. The scent of summer night jasmine drifted in, mingling with the honest scent of warm skin and the faint, lingering trace of salt from dried tears of joy. There were no more walls between them, not the physical ones of their adjoining apartments, nor the emotional barriers they had each carefully maintained. In this hushed, sacred space, they were simply three souls, beautifully and temporarily lost in the map of each other’s embrace.