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Maya’s hand slipped under the slip, fingers brushing the soft skin of her own thigh, then sliding to Alex’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The mirror reflected their entwined silhouettes, a double image of lust and self‑admiration. She pressed her body against his, the glass of the mirror catching the glint of her glasses as they clinked together—a tiny, crystalline reminder of the moment she’d allowed herself to be both the observer and the observed.