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It was for a brief moment - a moment is longer - it was for less than a second. But it was one of those where so much is said in so little time. That is only possible when the eyes talk. It all starts with the eyes, those glances, starting short but intense. That is what happened between me and her. I still remember the first time our eyes met, it was when I got off the elevator of my new building. As the elevator doors parted, there she stood, arm in arm with another guy. They were talking, looking at each other. As I took a step to get out, she turned her head and our eyes met, only for a second. But those eyes. Those eyes said volumes. Saying that she was pretty would be an understatement. As they entered the elevator and I walked away, I turned my head and stole a glance at her again, and our eyes met again. But she quickly looked away, as if guarding herself from the guy next to her.

But I still remember her face. Her curvy body. Her long , flowing, black hair. Her eyes. Her soft laughter as she spoke to the guy. Her sweet voice. And I couldn't shake her off my mind. And I knew from that night onwards that I was in trouble. I have a very bad habit or a personality trait, whatever you might call it. Once I like something and I set my mind to get it, I normally end up getting it. You may say that this isn't a bad trait to have in the grander scheme of things, but when it comes to women, it gets very tricky. And I am not Brad Pitt or George Clooney or whoever women go ga-ga over. That makes it trickier. Haha.

But I wanted her. I needed to have her. I had to feel her in my arms. I had to trace the soft, luscious curves with featherlike touches of my fingertips, followed closely with the tip of my tongue, lips nibbling on her soft flesh. I had to take in her scent. I wanted to nuzzle her neck and play with her hair as my hands traced the underside of her heaving breasts. I wanted to feel the softness of her inner thighs, squeeze them, mark them. I had an urge to feel her shapely ass cheeks in my hands, kneading them softly as her ample breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my neck as I kissed her soft neck.

But I had no idea who she was.

I moved into this new apartment complex a couple of metro stops away from the downtown of the city. This move - to a new city - marked a fresh start for me leaving behind a few rough years to burn in memory. A new city. New work. New Life. I got a nice apartment in a relatively newer building and it had all the facilities and amenities one could ask for. And it was secure and quiet as well. I loved my peace and quiet. I had heard the building was almost fully occupied but in my two weeks here, I hadn't run into my neighbors except the odd sound from the hallway - and there were about 10 apartments on this floor.

So when I saw her, I was pleasantly surprised. And I was curious too. So I looked again. And that is two brief eye contact instances, that really piqued my interest - in her mainly.

I wanted her. I was obsessed with the thought.

One day, I was out in the hallway as some men were bringing up furniture and moving it into my apartment. I was keeping one eye on them and busy doing some emails from my phone. I was leaning against the wall, enjoying the view of the city below in between my work and delivery guys. That is when I heard the elevator's soft ting and as the doors parted, out she came. I waited for her man to follow her, but no one did and that made my heart skip a beat. She turned towards me and started walking. I started to grow nervous. Our eyes met, this time longer, I smiled at her, she smiled back, her head bowed down and then her eyes came up to meet mine again, still smiling. My heart beat started to get faster as the distance between us continued to shrink. Then she abruptly stopped, turned around and unlocked her apartment. Before stepping inside, she made eye contact once more, it was a lingering one. I nodded softly and she smiled before getting inside and shutting the door.

At least now I knew she lived across from me, two apartments away. That was a win. The fact that she had a boyfriend or husband didn't stop me from thinking about her later in the shower. I remembered her luscious body in the white clothes she was wearing. Although they weren't fitted, but still I could tell her curves jiggling beneath the thin layer as she walked towards me. She wasn't stick thin, she wasn't

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