Balcony
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He climbs the low partition between our balconies before my towel even hits the tiles. My back meets the warm brick as he lifts me onto the narrow railing, the city glittering far below. One slow thrust and I'm gasping against his neck, every muscle tight as I try to stay silent. He grips the metal railing so hard it groans, and when he finally empties deep inside me, we stay locked together in the humid dark, not speaking, not moving, until a door slams somewhere far beneath us.