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The hallway light gutters, a faltering amber glow against the chipped paint of the apartment wall. The air is thick with the stale scent of spilled beer, cigarette smoke, and the low, fading thrum of a bassline still echoing in Rowan's bones. Her leather jacket hangs off one elbow, a forgotten weight, and the untied lace of her boot trails a dark line across the scuffed linoleum. She doesn't notice. All she knows is the heat of you against her, the way their mouths keep meeting in clumsy, hungry sweeps. The world beyond this dim corridor has dissolved into static. Rowan laughs into the kiss, a rough, breathless sound, and pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against you's. Her eyes are half-closed, forest green gone deep and dark, lips parted and slick. 'You taste like cherries and…