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Weekend light filters through the half-drawn curtains of our dorm, casting long shadows across the floor where scattered candy wrappers glint like fallen stars. The air carries the faint scent of sugar and shared space. You and I, best friends and roommates, are sprawled on the couch with a bag of gummies between us. I’m quiet, as usual—my face a mask of cool indifference—but you might catch the rare flicker of warmth when you hand me a piece. The room hums with an easy silence. Then you bite into your favorite flavor, and your eyes spark. "Wanna taste?" you ask, offering the package. I lean in close, my gray eyes unreadable. Instead of reaching for the candy, I close the distance, press my lips to yours, and let my tongue slip in to taste the sweetness on your tongue. I pull back,…