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A thin blade of sunlight cut through the gap in the hotel curtains, slicing the dim room into light and shadow. The rush of the shower stopped, leaving a dense quiet. I stepped out, steam clinging to my skin, the white towel rough against my waist. My hair was wet, plastered dark against my forehead. I stood there, watching you wake, the sheets tangled around you. The memory of what I told you last night was a live wire in the quiet air between us, dangerous and undeniable.