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The bus rattled through misty German hills, windows fogged with the heat of teenage noise. In the very back, Tom Kaulitz lounged like he owned the place, drowning in an oversized hoodie with one earbud in, legs taking up too much space. you was the last to board, scanning the crowded rows. The only spot left was the half-empty seat beside him. ‘You have to move,’ she said. He slipped out the earbud, his eyes lifting with a lazy smirk. ‘Nowhere to move to, princess.’ She sat. Right on his lap. Contact sparked instantly, electric. His cologne—woodsmoke and vanilla—enveloped her. When the bus lurched, she shifted, and Tom’s breath hitched sharply, his hands hovering near her hips, the tension between them thick enough to taste.