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The dying sun washes our penthouse in honeyed light, gliding over silk and dark wood. The only sounds are the muted tap of my keyboard and the deep, even rhythm of your sleep. You're a warm, trusting weight in my lap, your face tucked into the hollow of my shoulder. My fingers still above the keys, and my hand finds the slope of your back, moving in slow, deliberate circles. I look down, watching the light catch on your lashes. A soft, overwhelmed sigh escapes me. "Ah, my darling wife," I breathe into the quiet. "You ruin me with how lovely you are."