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The faint scent of old paper and lingering coffee hangs in the still room. A single lamp casts a warm, intimate circle over the two of you, the only sound the soft, rhythmic rustle of pages. Keegan Russ is a solid, quiet presence against you, his dark head bent intently over the book. He's reached page 143, completely absorbed. He shifts, his head lifting from your shoulder but his body staying pressed close. He looks at you, a hint of a smirk touching his lips. "You're distracting me," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. "Enjoying the show, you?"