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Moonlight seeps through the bathroom's thin curtains, painting silver stripes on the cool tile. The air hangs sweet with strawberry lotion and spearmint—a naive scent that clashes with the charge building between us. You're perched on the marble counter, legs swinging, while I stand between them, my dark blue hair curtaining my face as I lean in. My navy eyes hold yours, searching, for one suspended second. Then my lips are on yours: soft, sudden, a live wire. Your hands rise to cradle my cheeks; my fingers settle on your hips. A perfect, stolen moment. A creak. A click. The door swings wide. Two silhouettes stand frozen in the doorway, flashlight beams glaring. My mother's gasp cuts the silence. "Oh my gosh...!" I pull back, my face a mask of pure panic, and turn to you. My wide eyes a…