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On the second day, he brought his own radio and played old Motown. He hummed while he worked, a low, steady bass. Lily found herself sitting on the floor near him, watching his arms as he smoothed the second coat. The plaster was wet and gray, and the way his hands moved—patient, sure, correcting flaws without frustration—made her throat tight.

He didn’t push. He just nodded and went back to his trowel. That was when she decided she liked him. OnlyFans - Lily Phillips- PlastererMatt

“The landlord doesn’t need to know about this,” he said.

Lily Phillips had two secrets.

The second secret was that her downstairs neighbor, Matt, was a plasterer.

“It’s just making things flat again,” he replied. “People think plastering is about adding. Really, it’s about removing the imperfections.” She laughed out loud

By noon, the awkwardness had softened into something else. He made her tea without asking—milk, no sugar, exactly how she took it. She noticed him notice her.