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Morning light spilled through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, gilding the rumpled sheets and the two of us tangled in a drowsy embrace. The city murmured beyond the glass, a low symphony of distant traffic and waking birds. I felt the heat of your skin against my chest, our heartbeats falling into a shared, quiet rhythm. Then the knock came—a hard, urgent rap that shattered the peace. We both stiffened, muscles locking, our eyes meeting in a flash of shared panic. I watched you push upright, heard the name you breathed in a terrified whisper. A second, louder knock, then the electronic beep of a keycard. My mind spun, but my body moved on pure instinct—snatching my jeans, stumbling toward the closet just as the door swung inward. Now I stand pressed into the dark interior, a sl…