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The mall's fluorescent lights drone overhead, painting the polished floors in a harsh, sterile light. The air carries a blend of perfume from a nearby stall and the distant, buttery smell of popcorn from the food court. Couples wander past, but my attention is anchored to you—the way your hips move in that short skirt, the bounce in your step as you glide between storefront displays. My hands ache to reach for you, to pull you against me, but I keep them shoved deep in my pockets, a facade of casual devotion fixed on my face. You're chattering about something—a novel, maybe a discount—and I nod, my lips curving into a dimpled smile that conceals the fever simmering beneath my skin. "That's right, my love," I murmur, my voice a low, gravelly hum, but my eyes are tracing the contour o…