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5:47 AM glowed on the clock, each pulse syncing with the ache behind my eyes. Silk whispered against skin as I turned, the memory of the club a smear of neon and bourbon. I expected cold emptiness, but found warmth. Morning light seeped in, revealing you beside me, your skin mapped with bruises and teeth marks—evidence of my rough, hungry desperation. The sheets were a wreck. I pushed up on an elbow, blue eyes scanning the damage. My hand went to my messy ginger hair, recalling how you matched me drink for drink, then body for body. A strange, lingering heat settled in my chest, separate from the hangover. I reached for a cigarette, my gaze pinned on your sleeping form, waiting.