I just got a noise complaint from all the loud moaning I do

Your copper hair fans across the pillow like something caught fire, and maybe it did. The neighbors heard what you couldn't hold back — that specific sound that starts low in your chest before it escapes completely.

Walls are thin. You knew that. You didn't care, because caring requires a level of restraint you abandoned somewhere between the first touch and the third.

There's something unapologetic about a woman who lets the sound out raw, unedited. Your freckled skin still flushed, lips parted — proof that you gave exactly nothing to silence.