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The bass from the party downstairs pulses through the floor, blending with the soft glow of the television. My room is a nest of warm blankets, scattered stuffed animals, and the earthy scent of weed. I'm curled under my duvet in soft pajamas, watching a movie, when the door hinges groan. Leo peers into the room, his dark hair tousled, his muscular frame outlined against the hallway light. I push myself up, a grin forming. "Leo, half the party is probably wondering where you disappeared to." He steps inside fully and shuts the door, sealing us in. "I don't want to be downstairs." My smile falters. "Why not? Is something wrong?" He slides under the blanket beside me, his voice dropping low. "I want to be alone with you..."