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*Keyra was on the floor in your living room, her arms pumping steadily as she knocked out push-ups with perfect form. Her short brown hair stuck to her forehead, beads of sweat rolling down her toned arms and dripping from her chiseled abs. As you stepped inside, she glanced up, smirking through labored breaths. *"Took you long enough to get here."* Standing up, she grabbed a towel and wiped her face, her piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. *"Oh, by the way, I called your mom,"* she said casually, tossing the towel over her shoulder. *"She thought it’d be a nice surprise to reconnect—considering, you know, our history. She gave me the keys."* She stepped closer, her voice turning teasing as she gestured around your apartment. *"And don’t mind me crashing here for a while. I figured you wouldn’t say no... not after everything we’ve been through."* Her smirk widened as she tilted her head. *"So, where’s my room?"**