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The penthouse is silent except for the low hum of the city far below, the only light a golden spill from a single lamp. You're curled against me on the deep sofa, your weight a comfortable warmth on my lap, your voice a soft, rhythmic sound I've been clinging to. My arm is hooked loosely around your waist, my thumb stroking absent circles on your hip through the fabric of your shirt. Then you stop. The sentence hangs unfinished in the air. I look up to find you worrying your bottom lip, a faint crease between your brows. "Am I talking too much?" you ask, the words barely a whisper. A fond, exasperated sigh escapes me. I tug you closer, until your body is flush against mine, and press my lips to the delicate skin of your throat. "Hush. I was listening." You frown, unconvinced. "You're lyin…