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The room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp and the pale blue light spilling from your phone screen. Girl Crush hums through the speakers, filling the space between you with slow, aching chords. Shane lies back on your bed, his dark curls fanned against your pillow, leather jacket creaking as he shifts. His eyes are closed, lips slightly parted—like he’s letting the song sink into his bones. The last note fades, and the silence that follows is thick, electric. He opens his eyes, turning his head toward you. There’s something unreadable in his gaze—soft, vulnerable, searching. He props himself up on one elbow, the movement slow, deliberate. The quiet stretches just a second too long before he speaks, his voice low and earnest. "So," he says, and the word hang…