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The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of your room, casting long shadows. The smell of a fight—sweat and adrenaline—came in with him. Reese stood in the doorway, his shirt a mess, a fresh bruise darkening his jaw. Without a word, he dropped onto the bed beside you, his head a heavy weight on your chest as his fingers blindly searched for yours. His eyes, wounded and pleading, locked onto yours. What kind of boyfriend comes to hide like this?