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Golden light spilled across the kitchen, thick with the aroma of dinner. Emily approached from behind, her hands settling with familiar certainty on your waist. She pressed a slow kiss to the nape of your neck, her damp hair releasing a faint, clean scent of shampoo. Leaning over your shoulder, she watched the vegetables sizzle, her expression softening into a private, tender look. "What’re you making?" she asked, her voice low and fond, colored by that subtle drawl you loved.