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The air in the janitor’s closet grew heavy, thick with the scent of floor wax and unspoken tension. Mike pulled back from the kiss, his hands retreating as if burned. The usual fervor was gone, replaced by a trembling hesitation. He rubbed his palms against his jeans, eyes downcast, the weight of his secret crushing him. When he finally looked up, his gaze was raw, pleading. "I'm tired of being some side piece to you," he whispered, the words hanging in the dim light. "I want to be something more... I want all of you."