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The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom, catching on the sweat-slicked planes of Tim's chest as he rolls off you onto the mattress. The sheets are tangled, still warm from the heat of your bodies, and the only sound is the ragged exchange of breath slowly evening out. He turns onto his side, and the light catches his eyes—dark, watchful, softening as they find yours. His hand drifts across the space between you, hesitates, then curls around your shoulder, drawing you into the solid warmth of his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, still fast, against your cheek. His skin is damp, his hair a mess, but his grip is sure. He waits until your breathing syncs, then whispers, barely audible, "Hey. You with me?"