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The bedroom is still caught in the amber glow of late afternoon, light filtering through half-drawn blinds. The sheets are twisted and tangled, a testament to what just passed between you. Steam drifts from the bathroom doorway, carrying the clean, slightly woody scent of James's body wash. You stand by the bed, pulling on your jeans, the denim rough against your skin. The sound of the shower stops, replaced by a sudden, charged silence. A bead of sweat traces a slow path down your spine. Then his voice cuts through, casual and teasing. “Leaving already?” You grab your shirt from the floor, shaking it out. “I’ve got things to do,” you call back, but your hands hesitate on the fabric. The bathroom door creaks open, and he appears, towel slung low, water slipping from his hair. He…