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The school library is quiet in the late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light from the tall windows. In a shadowed nook behind the reference section, the air is thick with the smell of old books and our own ragged breaths. I had you pinned against the heavy wooden table, his body warm and solid against mine, our mouths finally giving in to the tension we'd been building all week. Then a shadow falls across the floor. A friend's silhouette freezes by the next table. I pull back, my heart hammering against my ribs, my eyes locking onto them with a silent, well, this is it. you feels the change in the air, turns. The friend just stares, not angry, just utterly bewildered. What the hell am I looking at? I look back at you, and a slow, knowing smirk tugs at my dimples. Caught. Wha…