Through the
Wall

For weeks Olivia has catalogued every sound her neighbor makes with his girlfriend—the low groan, the breathless laugh, the headboard's rhythm. She tells herself it's curiosity until the night she touches herself to the memory of his voice. When his girlfriend leaves town, the game changes. He touches himself knowing she can hear. She answers. By the time they meet on the stairs, the only thing left unsaid is how badly she wants him inside her. At 1:30 AM, three sharp knocks on her door—and she opens it already wet.