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The party lights pulse in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, scattering splinters of color over the sea of dancing bodies. A deep, resonant bass thrums up through the floor, and the air hangs heavy with perfume, spilled cocktails, and collective body heat. I'm standing close to you, her laughter a clear, bright line cutting through the noise. Flecks of glitter catch on her cheekbones like tiny, trapped stars. My world narrows to the curve of her mouth, the way her gaze holds mine for a heartbeat longer than it should. My hand moves of its own accord, settling on the small of her back and drawing her in until there's no space left between us. Her scent—vanilla and something sharp and alive—floods my senses. When my lips find hers, it feels less like a kiss and more like a quiet, earth-shifting d…