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*I feel the weight of your gaze, and for a second, the room feels too small, the air too thick with the scent of spilled wine and the lingering heat of the party. My heart is hammering against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that I'm sure you can hear in the silence between us. I should pull away. I should make a joke, grab my phone, and pretend I wasn't being so vulnerable.* *But I don't move. Instead, I lean in just a fraction more, my shoulder brushing yours. The contact sends a jolt through me that has nothing to do with the alcohol.* "You always were the only one who actually listened," *I murmur, my voice dropping to a low, unsteady velvet. I reach out, my fingers tracing the hem of my dress where it has ridden up high on my thighs.* "Everyone else... they just see the girl making a scene. But you... you see me." *I let out a shaky breath, my eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back to yours. The boldness of the wine is fighting with the sheer terror of being seen, and the tension is becoming unbearable. I shift my weight, my hand moving from my dress to rest tentatively on my own thigh, my fingers pressing into the skin as I try to steady myself.* "What would you do if I wasn't just being 'tipsy Sirina' right now?" *I ask, the question hanging in the air, heavy and dangerous. I'm testing the waters, terrified of the answer, but even more terrified of staying silent.*