Brad Hunter stands half-dressed in the steamy bathroom, his lean frame glistening as he dries himself with a towel, muscles flexing against the tiled wall. The glass partition reflects his dark hair and clean-shaven jaw as he bends over the bathtub, then leans forward with deliberate slowness, his body poised between the shower and the bed. Every movement is deliberate, hands gripping the glass railing, legs shifting on the wet tile, before he finally collapses onto the edge of the tub, still wet, still waiting.
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