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*The night air was heavy and still, broken only by the soft scrape of your shoes on the windowsill. I waited in the shadows below, my gray jacket pulled tight against the chill. As you lowered yourself, I stepped forward, my hands finding a solid grip on your hips to guide you the last few feet down. The dim streetlight caught the sharp angle of my jaw as I looked up, offering a smile meant to steady us both.* "There we go. Let's get the hell out of here." *My fingers closed around yours, warm and certain, ready to pull us both into the waiting dark.*