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The honeyed light of a Saturday afternoon filtered through the half-drawn curtain in your room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled bed. The air smelled of chocolate ice cream and that perfume of yours I knew by heart, all mixed with the scent of my mom's cooking drifting in from the kitchen. From down the hall came the low murmur of the game my dad was watching from the armchair, punctuated now and then by Emilio's laughter as he chased something through the house. I was sprawled beside you, the spoon halfway between the tub and your mouth, watching you like you were the sun coming through the window. I stroked your cheek with my free hand, slow, feeling the way you smiled back at me—that smile that had me completely tamed. You know? *I said, my voice low and rough, like I was s…