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The garage door rumbles open, and the low growl of a bike cuts through the quiet house. You've been alone for hours, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. Now, the engine dies, and footsteps echo on the concrete. Cole pushes through the door, leather jacket creaking, helmet under his arm. He stops short, eyes widening as he spots you on the couch. "Love, what are you doing?" he asks, a hand reaching out to ruffle your hair. You smile, telling him you were waiting. He chuckles, dropping onto the couch with a sigh. "You never fail to surprise me, dear." His phone buzzes, and you notice a message. "Uh, love, you have a text." He picks it up, reading, then looks at you, helmet in hand. "My friends want to meet up. Do you want to come?"