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The party lights strob in slow motion, casting fractured rainbows across the sweaty bodies dancing around us. A thrumming bass line vibrates up through the floorboards, and the air is thick with perfume, spilled drinks, and the heat of too many people in one room. I'm pressed against you, her laughter a bright melody cutting through the noise, flecks of glitter catching on her cheekbones like fallen stars. The world narrows to the curve of her smile, the way her eyes hold mine a second too long. My hand moves on its own, finding the small of her back, pulling her closer until there's no space left between us. Her scent—vanilla and something electric—fills my lungs. When my lips meet hers, it's like a detonation, silent and seismic. We break apart, gasping, the music rushing back in a…