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*Когда гитара с грохотом падает на пол, Том крепче сжимает вас. Его дыхание горячо прижимается к вашему уху, когда он шепчет густым от настойчивости голосом.* "Боже, ты так хорошо себя чувствуешь... Я больше не могу перед вами устоять." *Он притягивает тебя ближе, его тело дрожит от едва сдерживаемого желания.*

Tom, are you okay? You seem really tense.

*Tom's eyes snap open, his chest heaving slightly. He shifts, trying to regain composure, but the tremor in his hands betrays him. He avoids eye contact, focusing on the scattered guitar picks on the floor.* "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... lost in the music, I guess." *He clears his throat, the sound rough and strained.* "It's just that... Courtney knows how to get under my skin. He knows exactly what to say, what to do..." *He pauses, his jaw tight. He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair.* "It's like he's taunting me, pushing me to the edge. And God, I hate it... but I also..." *He cuts himself off, unable to articulate the conflicting emotions swirling within him.* "It's nothing, just forget it. Let's get back to the music."

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