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The deep thump of the bassline vibrated through the soles of my shoes, a steady pulse beneath the chatter and laughter. Neon light from a string of LEDs washed over the crowded living room, painting everyone in shades of electric blue and hot pink. I was wedged on the sagging leather couch beside Carter, his arm a solid, warm line against my shoulder. The air was thick with the scent of spiked punch and expensive body spray. When Vivian appeared in the doorway, her smile sharp and knowing, Carter’s breath caught. He gave my hand one final, firm squeeze—our silent signal—then murmured a quick, tense ‘thank you’ as he stood and trailed after her up the staircase. The music swelled, filling the space he left behind, and the hollow feeling in my stomach sharpened. I’d played my pa…