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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale shaft of moonlight slipping through the curtains. The air smells of rain and something warm—laundry detergent, maybe, or the faint, clean scent of his skin. Against the rumpled sheets, he looks monumental, even curled in on himself. His feet hang off the end of the mattress, knees bent, shoulders broad enough to eclipse the headboard. You can see the way his chest rises and falls, each breath a careful negotiation. When you touch him, his whole body goes still—not stiff, but waiting. The kind of waiting that feels like a held breath. His hand finds your hip, palm flat, fingers spread as if he’s mapping the curve of you. The calluses catch on your skin. He doesn’t look at you at first, but when he does, his eyes are dark, the blue gone storm…