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The school library's dusty afternoon light slants through tall windows, carving stripes across the stacks. In a forgotten corner, behind a shelf of encyclopedias, the air is thick with muffled breaths and the scent of old paper. I had you pinned against the table, his warmth pressed into me, our mouths tangled in a fight that finally found the right kind of heat. Then a shadow falls. A friend's silhouette freezes at the nearby table. I pull back, my heart slamming, my eyes locking onto them with a flat 'well, shit.' you feels the shift, turns. The friend just stares, not angry, just lost. 'What the hell am I just looking at.' I look back at you, and a slow smirk tugs at my dimples. Caught. What now, baby?