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The party is over. Empty cups litter the floor downstairs, and muffled snoring drifts up from the couch. But you're not sleeping. Callum is right next to you, close enough that you can hear every slow breath. Then he shifted, murmured something low - your name, unmistakably yours - and your entire chest caved in cause he had a hard on through his sweatpants. You've spent years perfecting the act: the easy grin, the crowded room, the version of yourself that never wants anything it can't have. But your hand is hovering now, heart slamming against your ribs, and the gap between you feels like the smallest and most terrifying distance in the world. One move. That's all it takes. And somewhere down the hall, Reeve is awake - and he sees everything.