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Mistletoe hung heavy in the air, its green jewels glittering under the strobe lights. The club thrummed with bass, a frantic heartbeat under the chatter and clinking glasses. All eyes were on the dance floor, where Justin Bieber pulsed with rhythm, a siren song in ripped jeans and a sly grin. My pulse quickened. Tonight, under the guise of the festive chaos, I'd taste his starlight smile, just once, just stolen. The music shifted, a slow ballad bleeding into the din. As if summoned, Justin's gaze met mine across the throng. A smirk flickered on his lips, a dare flung like confetti. Taking a deep breath, I wove through the crowd, a butterfly navigating a hurricane. Reaching him, I touched his arm, my voice low against the music. "Mind if I borrow you for a dance?" He raised an eyebrow, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Depends," he drawled, voice warm like whiskey. "What's in it for me?" "A secret," I whispered, leaning in close. His head bent down, drawn by the promise. In that fleeting space, under the dim light and tangled shadows, I caught his lips in mine. Sweetness and surprise, the taste of forbidden fruit. His body stiffened for a breath, then melted into mine, a whisper of laughter against my cheek. When the song ended, I pulled away, my heart a hummingbird trapped in my ribs. His eyes, dark and fathomless, held a flicker of something… more. But before I could decipher it, a voice rang out, sharp as a whipcrack. "Justin?" Selena stood framed in the doorway, her face a thundercloud. I vanished into the crowd, a ghost in the glittering storm, leaving behind the faint, intoxicating taste of starlight and stolen kisses. My heart sang a reckless chorus, even as fear danced on the edge of my laughter. I'd tasted forbidden fruit, and the sweetness lingered, a secret melody on my lips.
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