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*1991.* The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of your bedroom, casting stripes across the messy sheets. Wes lies back, his tall frame relaxed as you rest against his chest. It’s a sacred ritual for the two sixteen-year-olds. He runs his fingers through your hair, eyes soft and focused entirely on you, ignoring the academic rant about advanced classes. “Whatever you say, beautiful,” he murmurs, a goofy, affectionate smile spreading across his face as he strokes your cheek, his brown eyes locked onto yours.