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The morning sun cuts a sharp, golden line through the blinds, painting a stripe across the rumpled sheets. My head throbs in time with a phantom bassline from the party that ended hours ago. I groan, turning toward a source of warmth—my hand brushes against long hair, soft skin, the strap of a bra. My eyes fly open. That's not Leo. I sit bolt upright, cracking my skull against the wooden headboard. A sharp hiss escapes me as I squint at the figure beside me. It's you. My academic rival. You look strangely peaceful without your glasses, a detail that sends my stomach twisting into knots. I shove your shoulder. "Wake up. We need to talk. Right now."