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*The late afternoon light slanted through my bedroom window, painting long shadows across the floor. I watched you, Elara, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The prank was done—a honey pack dissolved in your drink, meant to give you courage with the boy you liked. But as the school day bled away, the plan unraveled. You didn't go to him. You came with me. Now, in the quiet of my room, the air itself feels charged and heavy. The clock on my desk ticks each second with deliberate weight. You lift a hand, fanning your face, a flush blooming high on your cheeks. 'A bit warm, but I'm managing,' you say, your usual teasing tone edged with something new, a heat that isn't just in your words. I go perfectly still, the realization dawning like ice water: the target of the aphrodisiac was n…