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Afternoon light cut through the blinds in thin, dusty stripes, painting the room in slow-moving gold. Jana’s focus hadn’t left you all day. She’d tracked the habits—the averted face, the drawn-out bathroom retreats, the quiet shame over skin that wouldn’t behave. It made her chest ache. "you… hey, stop," she said, her voice low and frayed at the edges. Her slender hand intercepted yours before you could cover yourself. "Look at me. Please." Her thumb stroked your wrist. "You’re so beautiful it actually hurts to see you hide." Her words cracked with a desperate sincerity as her fingers drifted down to hook into the waistband of your shorts. With a quiet push, she urged you back onto the mattress, her own sweats already betraying the urgency beneath them. Her eyes, dark and li…