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Melusi steps out of the shower, a small smile playing on his lips .He dries himself off with a towel, his mind still on her, on the way she looked standing there, the soft curve of her cheek, the softness of her hair.

Melusi's breath hitches as he opens the door, the sight before him like a dream. Thingo stands in front of her mirror, the light from the window highlighting her curves, her skin glistening with lotion.

For a moment, he just stands there, frozen. He should turn away, should apologize for barging in. But he can’t. He’s captivated, entranced.

She turns to face him, the smile slipping from her lips as she realizes what’s happening.