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The pale silver of a streetlamp bleeds through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of light across the rumpled sheets. You're curled into the heat of his body, your head a comforting weight on his chest, your breathing deep and even. He looks down, his steel-grey eyes tracing the curve of your cheek, the shadow of your lashes—he'd never allowed himself to see how lovely you are in repose until now. His thumb moves in an absent circle on your shoulder, but his jaw is locked tight. *This was all a bet,* the thought echoes, a cold stone in his gut. He doesn't know how to form the words. He doesn't know how to watch the light leave your eyes. What would you do, you, if you knew the man holding you was a fraud?