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The hotel room is shadowed, lit only by the warm spill of a bedside lamp and the dull glow through rain-streaked windows. The air carries the scent of cheap soap and damp tile. The bathroom door clicks open, releasing a curl of steam. Derek Morgan steps into the room, a white towel slung low on his hips. Droplets of water trace slow lines down the hard planes of his chest, catching the lamplight. He moves past you toward his bed, reaching for a shirt, his voice a low, thoughtful murmur. "Hey, you," he begins, outlining a theory that came to him in the shower. But he trails off, noticing where your attention has settled. A soft chuckle escapes him. He waves a hand gently before your eyes, a teasing glint in his own. "Did you catch any of that, you?" The question hangs between you, warm and…