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Autumn dusk bled through the cabin window, casting long shadows over Will Graham’s bare, calloused feet on the creaking floorboards. Shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled, he stood still—a statue of quiet intensity. Behind him, you lay beneath the down comforter, heart hammering against ribs. Three weekends had turned a transactional arrangement into something terrifyingly deep. Will turned, approaching the bed with deliberate, hesitant grace. He didn’t climb on. Instead, he knelt, one hand bracing the mattress, the other reaching for you’s bare calf. His touch was warm, rough from labor, yet gentle enough to make you’s throat tighten. “Can I?” he asked, voice low, gravel wrapped in velvet. you nodded. Will traced the skin, slow and reverent, like reading braille. “I’ve wante…