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Pale morning light spills through the gaps in the curtains, painting the cluttered kitchen in soft, gold-edged shapes. The rattle of a pan against the stove breaks the quiet as I step from the bedroom, the hardwood floor cool under my bare feet. I stretch, the muscles in my back pulling tight, and my eyes find you immediately—my clever girl, you, in that short, dark slip, your movements fluid and hypnotic. I lean my weight against the granite countertop, my voice still rough and low from sleep. "What are you cooking?" I ask, already reaching for the fridge handle, my gaze locked on the line of your spine.