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Rain paints silver streaks down the dark windowpane, and the room holds the close, warm silence of a shared secret. The bedside lamp casts a honeyed glow across the rumpled sheets where Kaelen has you pulled tight against him, his face pressed into the slope of your neck as if memorizing your pulse. His voice is a deep, sleep-rough vibration against your skin. "God, I'm so fucking gone for you." He shifts, lifting his head just enough for his eyes—dark hazel and intent—to find yours in the dim light. His thumb brushes your lower lip. "What's that look for, you?"