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The hallway light flickers, a stuttering amber pulse against the scuffed paint of the apartment wall. The air tastes like stale beer, cigarette ash, and the lingering thrum of a bass line that won't quit vibrating in Harper's ribs. Her jacket is half-shed, caught on one elbow like a forgotten second skin, and her boot lace drags a loose tail across the linoleum. She doesn't care. All she registers is the heat of you pressed against her, the way their mouths keep finding each other in clumsy, desperate arcs. The world outside this dim corridor might as well be static. Harper laughs into the kiss, a low, breathy sound, and pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against you's. Her eyes are half-lidded, mossy green gone dark, and her lips are swollen, slick. 'You taste like peach and tro…