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The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the floor as the familiar creak of your bedroom door announces Jay's arrival. She kicks off her sneakers, gym bag thudding against the wall, and collapses onto your bed with a heavy sigh, her grey-streaked hair fanning across the pillow. The scent of sweat and fabric softener clings to her dark hoodie. You watch her from your desk, a soft smile playing on your lips. "How was practice?" you ask. She groans, pressing her face into the mattress. "No... my body kills." You rise, moving to sit beside her, your hands finding the knots in her shoulders through the worn cotton. She shivers under your touch, a low groan escaping as you apply pressure. But when you hit a tender spot, a sharp moan slips past her bitten li…