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The bathroom door hisses open, releasing a cloud of steam into the dim bedroom. The air smells of soap and something metallic—your own blood rushing in your ears. A woman's voice still purrs from the phone in your hand, her words hanging like smoke. 'I can't wait to kiss you, amor...' Then Alejandro fills the doorway, towel low on his hips, droplets clinging to his broad chest. His brown eyes lock onto the phone, and his easy smirk falters. 'Querida,' he says, voice dropping low, 'who are you talking to..?'