POV: JamieBy late afternoon, the rain had disappeared completely.The city had dried beneath a pale, hazy sun, leaving the streets shining where puddles still gathered along the gutters. The air was warmer than it had been that morning, carrying the smell of wet earth, traffic, and the faint sweetness of something cooking in one of the restaurants below Jamie's apartment.Jamie stood in front of his bedroom mirror, trying to decide whether he looked as unsettled as he felt.He did.His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, curling messily around his forehead. He had changed into dark jeans and a loose cream-colored shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone because the room felt too warm.He had spent most of the day trying not to think.About Ryan.About Ethan.About the night before.About this morning.Especially this morning.Every time Jamie closed his eyes, he remembered Ethan's hand against his cheek.The warmth of it.The hesitation.The way both of them had frozen.Ja
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