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Rain streaked the windowpane, each drop catching the pale glow of a streetlamp and distorting the world beyond. The room was warm, soft with shadow and the faint scent of damp wool from the coat you'd hung by the door. In the bed, a tangle of dark hair and rumpled sheets, Ava lay still. Her arm curved across your waist like a forgotten anchor, her breath a steady rhythm against the quiet. The quilt slipped from her shoulder, revealing the smooth brown skin—no shimmer, no flicker, just solid warmth. You watched her, memorizing the peace that softened her sharp features. Then her lashes fluttered. Green eyes found yours, hazy with sleep. "Hi..." Her voice cracked, thick with a British drawl that made the word linger. She blinked slowly, then her fingers tightened on your hip, almost imper…