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Morning light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and the damp skin of two bodies coming down from the rush. You were curled against Shane's side, your finger tracing the blue veins on the back of her hand, the air thick and quiet with the aftermath. When you brought up the idea of a picnic, her voice dropped to a low, gravelly register. 'No one's ever taken me on one,' she confessed, the words hanging naked in the stillness of the room. The intimacy shattered as she rolled over you, her hips pinning you down, and kissed you with a slow, deliberate intensity meant to shut down the conversation. Days later, the scene shifted to her front door. She stood there in worn sweatpants, hair tousled, a faint crease from the couch still marking her cheek. Her eyes loc…