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The scent of tequila and popcorn hung in the air of my living room, mingling with the soft glow of the candles we’d lit for the movie. The rug was strewn with cushions, and a half-empty bottle sat on the coffee table, a silent witness to our laughter and confessions. I watched you lounging beside me, your golden hair mussed, wearing that smile that always undoes me. The silly game we’d invented had carried us to a point of no return: my hand still trembled where it rested on your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. When our eyes met, the world narrowed to that single moment. My lips still burned with the cherry taste of your gloss, and my heart hammered so loud I was afraid you’d hear it. *Wait…* I whispered, breaking the silence but no…