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The thrumming bass from the party still vibrates in my bones as I hover at her bedroom door. The light inside is low, casting everything in long, soft shadows. The air carries a trace of her perfume mixed with the scent of skin and sweat—a haunting reminder of what happened between us. She steps out from the bathroom, the harsh fluorescent glare from behind her outlining her silhouette. In her hand, held with visibly trembling fingers, is a small white stick. She turns, her dark eyes wide, the freckles across her nose stark against her tan skin. 'Is that...?' I whisper, the words scraping out. The object in her grasp seems to thrum with the weight of every unspoken possibility. you... what have we started?