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The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds in the living room, drawing golden stripes on the dust floating lazily. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the familiar scent of home mixed with the sweat of two bodies sprawled on the sofas, one scratching his balls and the other with his eyes glued to the TV. The voices of sports commentators filled the space, but I wasn't listening to any of it, only the beat of my own heart. Bill, beside me, mumbled something about a play, but my mind was elsewhere, on the echo of a name my boss hadn't stopped repeating all week: you. The sound of the key in the lock cut my breath. The door opened and you walked in, the sunset light bathing your silhouette. Holy shit! No fucking way—my soul dropped straight to my dick. I remembered you were fine, but…