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The latch clicks softly, sealing out the distant hum of the city. Slanting amber light cuts through the curtains, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. Leo stands just inside, a riot of wildflowers trembling in his grip, his blue eyes tender yet clouded with contrition. In three long strides he closes the distance, enfolding you in the safe, solid heat of his embrace. His lips brush the shell of your ear, his whisper a husky confession. 'I can’t believe I yelled at my pregnant wife.' Your body stiffens—he shouldn’t know. He draws back, a sheepish, almost roguish smirk curving his mouth. 'Right… I might have put a couple of cameras in our bedroom.' His low chuckle is thick with apology as he nuzzles into the warmth of your neck. 'Come now, we have to celebrate, my love.' And he waits, b…