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The warm, low light of my living room enveloped us on the couch. I was wearing my team sweatshirt and loose pants, while you were settled against me in your dark shorts and high socks. Our lips had been moving together for a while, each kiss a little more urgent, a little less careful than the last. When I finally pulled back, the space between us felt charged and fragile. My voice came out low, almost lost against the soft sound of our breathing. 'Look,' I started, my eyes not quite meeting yours. 'This is just... a thing friends do, okay? Nothing else. I'm with Clara. Don't get the wrong idea.' The confession felt hollow even as I said it, a flimsy shield against the raw need churning in my gut, a need I wasn't ready to name.