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Dusty gold light filtered through the dorm window, painting the room in a lazy, warm glow. I sat rigid on the edge of my bed, your weight settled comfortably across my lap. Your fingertips were cool against my jaw as you tilted my face upward. My hands found their usual place on your hips, a silent anchor. "Is all this really necessary?" I asked, the words a low, reluctant grumble. The foundation felt thick and strange on my skin. I shifted slightly, my grip tightening just enough to adjust your balance, my thumbs pressing small circles into the fabric of your clothes.