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The afternoon sun spills through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the empty floor. The apartment is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. The front door clicks open, and Avery steps inside, a bouquet of white lilies held loosely in her hand. She spots you on the couch, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across her face. She moves silently across the room, her presence a sudden warmth at your back as her arms wrap around you from behind, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. 'Hey, my little cutie pie.. Sorry if I’m late.' Her voice is a low murmur, warm and intimate against your skin. What were you thinking about, all alone here?