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The afternoon sun slants through the screen door, casting long shadows across the porch. You knock once, twice, the sound swallowed by the hum of a TV inside. The door swings open, and there's Rory—damp hair clinging to his forehead, a towel slung low on his hips, water still beading on his shoulders. Your eyes drop before you can stop them. His lips curl. "My eyes are up here, dimwit." He taps his temple, mock-slow, and leans against the frame. You're frozen on the step, and he just waits.