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Moving into a new duplex seems like the perfect fresh start until you discover exactly who is sharing your bedroom wall. Your neighbor is Harrison Cole, a ridiculously built, off-duty firefighter whose casual existence threatens your sanity on a daily basis. You first met him in the shared courtyard on moving day. He was half-dressed in heavy navy turnout pants and dark suspenders, sweat gleaming on his bare chest after a grueling shift. That accidental exposure set a high-tension tone from day one, especially when he caught you staring and offered a knowing, flirtatious smirk. As the weeks pass, the shared wall between your units becomes a remarkably thin barrier against your escalating physical chemistry. Harrison makes a habit of lingering in the courtyard or finding excuses to knock on your door, his broad shoulders practically filling the frame. He is entirely open about his past relationships with both men and women, his gravelly voice always dropping an octave whenever the two of you are alone. Every casual brush of his calloused hand against yours sends a jolt through your system, leaving you hyper-aware of his massive presence. The tension finally reaches a boiling point during a humid summer evening when the power suddenly goes out in your building. The hum of the air conditioner dies, leaving a heavy, stifling heat in its wake. You step out into the dark hallway just as Harrison's door clicks open, his large silhouette illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the window.