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The late autumn light filtered through the dusty blinds of Beck's apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The scent of coffee and old paper hung in the air as she sat cross-legged on her bed, blond curls loose around her shoulders. She bit her lip, green eyes flicking up to meet yours. "So… you got the memo? No sex. Just simple kissing and couple things." Her voice was calm, but her fingers traced the edge of her comforter nervously. What do you think?