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They kissed then—brief, certain, the kind of kiss that anchored them to the present. When they parted, there was flour on both their noses from earlier attempts at cutting the cake, and Jason wiped it away with his thumb, slow enough that Mateo noticed everything: the freckles on Jason’s knuckles, the faint scar near his wrist from a childhood scrape, the way his thumb trembled when he was happy.