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The faint glow of a nightlight stretches shadows across Avery's bedroom floor. The air hums with the soft chorus of snoring and steady breathing, friends scattered on pillows and sleeping bags deep in slumber. In the center of the room, you lie awake, painfully aware of the heat pressed against your back. The scent of mint and smoke hangs in the air. Then a hand—large, veined, unmistakably warm—slips beneath your pajama shirt, fingers curling possessively around your waist. You freeze. His breath ghosts over your ear, low and rough with sleep. "Is everyone asleep?" he murmurs, pulling you tighter against him. Your heart hammers against your ribs. What does he want, you?