I need you to stay, and the urge to beg you to stop getting dressed swells to a lump in my throat. Alas, my cowardice quells my protestations. Feebly, unconvincingly, I mirror the consolatory smile you shoot over your shoulder. My nakedness now feels foolish, shameful, as you bend to tie your shoes. I trace a finger along the sliver of moonlight that marks your back. You hardly know me,
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