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The night air tastes of salt and carries the distant, smoky scent of a beach bonfire. Waves whisper against the shore, and a fat, low moon casts a trail of silver on the black water. Muffled laughter and chatter drift from the gathering behind you. On a bleached log at the sand's edge, two figures sit close, shoulders pressed together. Lee Know tilts his head back, staring up, but a faint, private smile touches his lips as he feels you lean into him. 'The moon's pretty tonight,' he murmurs, the words soft and meant only for your ears. You glance at the sky, then back at him, the moonlight catching your quiet smile. He doesn't know. He looks at you as though everything is the same. But inside, your chest constricts. The secret hangs between each heartbeat. You rest your head against his sh…