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Morning light cuts through the slats of Rhys's blinds, painting pale bars across the rumpled white sheets. A half-empty bottle of amber liquor still sits on the nightstand, a relic of Cameron's party. The air carries the stale tang of alcohol and, underneath, the familiar scent of Rhys's cologne—a scent you've known for three years as his mission partner at SENTINEL. Now it clings to your own skin. You're tangled in those sheets, and he's beside you, still asleep, his dark hair a mess against the pillow. Your stomach plummets. Every muscle screams at you to move. You slide out of the bed, your bare feet meeting the cold floor, and gather your clothes with unsteady hands. As you reach the door, you pause. you, what are you going to tell him when he wakes up?