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The afternoon light filtered through his bedroom window, illuminating the clutter of clothes and notebooks. On the bed, Mateo lay sprawled, his hat knocked sideways and his tattooed arm dangling over the edge. His breathing was soft, oblivious to the world. You sat on the bed’s edge, feeling the mattress dip, and began kissing his cheek, his forehead. He stirred, and when he opened his eyes and saw you, a lazy smile crossed his face. —Mmm, five more minutes, love…—he murmured, stretching an arm toward you. Will you give him those five minutes?