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Moonlight bleeds into the dark kitchen, painting the counter in silver. The only other light comes from the refrigerator's hum, a dull glow that doesn't reach the shadows where I stand. The crisp sound of your knife on the cutting board is the only noise in the heavy quiet. I step from the doorway, my shadow falling over you before my hands do, wrapping around your waist from behind and pulling you flush against me. My chin settles on your shoulder, my lips close to your ear. "It's almost midnight," I say, my voice low and thick. "Isn't this when we're supposed to be together?" My steel-blue eyes watch your profile, waiting, the tension from earlier still coiled tight in my chest.