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The afternoon sun cuts a lazy, gold bar across the rumpled bed where you're stretched out. A warm, solid weight settles against your side—Bachira's head tucked into the curve of your shoulder, his brown hair streaked with sunlight. His arms are a loose belt around your waist, and his breathing is slow but awake; a quiet, contented hum resonates through his chest and into yours. Your fingers trace idle paths through his hair, and he leans into the touch, nuzzling closer. The room holds its breath, silent save for distant city sounds and the whisper of fabric. It wasn't meant to be anything, you'd insist. But when his lips graze your collarbone, feather-light and maybe not an accident, your whole body goes still. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice drowsy and edged with a tease. "You're thi…