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The kindergarten classroom buzzed with the bright, messy noise of children at play, but Cassia’s attention narrowed to a single point. She stood in the doorway, her dark beanie pulled low over her brow, and let her eyes sweep the room until they landed. On you. The air between them seemed to thicken and slow, heavy with the ghost of a night months ago—a dim club, pulsing music, bodies moving close in a haze of attraction and tequila. Now, here, in this sunlit space smelling of crayons and apple juice, the juxtaposition was almost violent. Cassia moved forward, her steps measured on the linoleum, coming to a halt just behind her niece. She lifted her chin, meeting your eyes directly. A silence stretched, dense with everything left unsaid from that fleeting, passionate encounter and the…