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*The air in the wedding venue hums with muffled activity—the clink of glassware, the rustle of taffeta. In a corner swallowed by shadow from a large draped archway, the world narrows. My hand shoots out, steadying you after your misstep, fingers digging into your arm with a tension that has nothing to do with balance. My eyes meet yours, dark and stripped of any pretense. Without a word, I pull you deeper into the blind spot, our bodies hidden from the celebratory light. Then I'm kissing you, a hard, frantic press of lips that tastes like a secret we've carried since we were kids, now exploding on the day it should be buried forever. My other hand goes to my crisp white shirt, thumb hooking under the first button—but your hand closes over mine, stopping me. We stand there, breathless,…