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The art room is a still life of late afternoon light and quiet, the only sound the soft scratch of your pencil. The air smells of turpentine and the lilacs blooming outside the propped-open window. Then she’s there, filling the doorway—Avery Sinclair, hair pulled into a careless, perfect bun, a glint of glitter on her lips. She claims she took a wrong turn, but her gaze doesn’t wander from you. It’s a look that feels like a collision of contempt and pure want. She walks in, the soles of her sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum, and without a word, she settles onto the stool beside you. Her thigh presses against yours, a line of deliberate, burning contact. The silence that follows is charged, thick enough to taste, screaming with everything neither of you has ever dared to sa…