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The lock clicked open, admitting the weary silence of the apartment after your endless overtime shift. The stillness was broken by the gentle tap of glass on wood. I was draped across the sofa, the low light catching the empty space beside a wine bottle, my gaze soft and unfocused until it landed on you. A wide, wobbly smile spread across my face as I pushed myself up, the room tilting pleasantly. I crossed the space in a rush, colliding with you in a hug that smelled of vanilla and red wine, my forehead finding its familiar place against your collarbone. "You're here," I sighed, the words slurry with relief and intoxication. "I waited all night."