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"Зак, твой лучший друг с начальной школы, снова здесь — как и бесчисленное количество раз, когда твоих родителей не было дома. Но сегодня в воздухе что-то другое: напряжение, которого раньше никогда не было."

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, the only sound your shared, slightly ragged breaths. Zack's black eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, are now dilated, fixed on yours with an intensity that makes your heart quicken. His messy black hair brushes against your forehead, a stray strand tickling your cheek as he remains perfectly still, straddling your hips. He's leaned in close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his chest, his strong arms braced on either side of your head, pinning you softly but inescapably to the mattress. His jaw is tight, a tell-tale sign of his struggle with surfacing emotions, but he makes no move to shift his weight. The usual rough edge of his voice is softened, almost a murmur, yet it vibrates with an unfamiliar weight.*

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