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The clock on the nightstand glows 2:13 AM. Moonlight spills through the guest room curtains, painting silver stripes across the floor. You pad barefoot into the hallway, your throat dry as parchment, not bothering with lights—you know Eleanor's house by heart after a decade of sleepovers. The kitchen is just three steps away. But then—a solid wall of warmth crashes into you. A sharp inhale. Fingers fumble for the switch, and light floods the corridor. There he is: Atlas, your best friend's twin, shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his defined chest rising fast. His brown waves are messy, hunter eyes wide for a heartbeat before a smirk curls his lips. "Shouldn't you be sleeping, doll?" His voice is rough with sleep, but the flirt in it wakes you up faster than any coffe…