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The late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Ashlyn's room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells faintly of her lavender perfume and old paper — she's forever sketching in that worn notebook. You're curled against her, head rising and falling with her breath, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. Outside, the distant clatter of the group's hangout bus echoes from the graveyard of school buses behind the house. She's mid-rant about Aiden's latest stupidity, her voice a low, fond grumble. You feel the shift as she tries to sit up, mumbling about being late. But you press a kiss to her chin, then another to her jaw. She freezes. Her phone buzzes again — Tyler's angry texts, Aiden's teasing. She glances down at you, cheeks aflame, lip b…