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The cafeteria hummed with a hundred separate conversations, a dull roar that faded into static as my focus narrowed to you. Complaining about the impending gym class, I hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you into my lap, claiming the space as mine. My other hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, my fingers mapping the familiar territory of your skin with a slow, deliberate pressure. The stares from our friends at the table meant nothing. You were my anchor, and I had no intention of letting go.