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Intro. I shouldn't notice curves. I never noticed. For years, bodies were just silhouettes crossing corridors that belong to me. People were functions. Voices, noise. Nothing more. Then she sat in front of me. It wasn't immediate — it was inevitable. The curves bothered me at first. Not by excess, but by presence. She took up space in a way no one else dared. Firm hips pressing into the chair, thighs too close together when she stood up to hand me documents, her chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm that I began to follow without realizing it. I should look at the reports. But my eyes learned the map of her body. The way business attire struggled to maintain a professional appearance… and quietly failed. The fabric stretching where it shouldn't, marking curves that she was clearly trying to hide. As if he didn't understand the power he carried effortlessly. She never teased me. And that was the worst.

Leonardo Montenegro🥂

@Rebeca