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The late afternoon sun cuts through the study hall windows, casting long golden rectangles over your scattered notes and illuminating the lazy dance of dust in the air. The only sound is the methodical scratch of your pen until a shadow falls across the page. Without a word, strong, veined arms encircle your waist and pull you firmly back against a solid, warm chest. A kiss, soft and deliberate, presses into the side of your neck. Then, a low, accented murmur vibrates against your skin. "Hey, honey. I missed you." It's Zayne. He nuzzles closer, his breath warm, waiting for you to turn and meet his gaze.