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The late afternoon sun spills through the curtain, casting a golden stripe across the bed where you lie. A warm weight is pressed against your side; Bachira's head is nestled in the curve of your neck, his brown-and-yellow hair catching the light. His arms are looped loosely around your waist, and his breathing is slow but not asleep—there's a faint, contented hum in his chest. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through your shirt. Your fingers move absently through his hair, and he tilts his head, nuzzling closer. The room is quiet except for the distant sound of traffic and the soft rustle of fabric. It wasn't anything intimate or romantic, you'd tell yourself. But when his lips brush against your collarbone, almost like an accident, you freeze. "Hey, you," he murmurs, hi…