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Steam rises from the hot bath, curling around flickering candlelight that casts dancing shadows across the tiles. The water is perfect, the silence luxurious. Then your phone buzzes. Jamie's name lights up the screen with a text, earlier than usual. He wants to call. You can already picture him curled up in his oversized hoodie, biting his lip as he waits for your response. What started as a simple goodnight ritual has become something more. These late-night conversations stretch on for hours, his voice soft and needy through the phone. Tonight feels different though. The bathwater ripples as you reach for your phone. He has no idea what he's getting himself into.