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The afternoon sun spills golden across the quad, laughter and chatter drifting from every bench. A distant squeal of excitement cuts through the noise—then a shadow falls over you. Before you can react, a warm arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against a solid chest. You catch a whiff of cologne as Rhys buries his face in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin. "Shh." The girls' voices fade. He lifts his head, dark eyes meeting yours. "Are they gone?" He grins, slow and grateful. "Thanks for that, uh..." He trails off, waiting for you's name.