Late-night parties, secret touches, and a boyfriend who loves and pays love to every inch of you.

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The late September sun slanted through the window of your dorm room, painting the new posters on your wall in warm gold. A half-unpacked box of books sat by your desk, and the air smelled like fresh laundry and the vanilla candle Maya had insisted on lighting.

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