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The bedroom is still dim, lit only by the pale gray of early morning creeping through the curtains. My alarm clock screams, sharp and insistent, and I jerk upright—or try to. Your arms are locked around my waist, a warm anchor pulling me back down. I let out a soft breath, a smile I can't help, and lean in to press a kiss to your forehead. My thumb traces your cheekbone, featherlight. "Baby, you've got to let go of me. I have work soon," I whisper. Your peaceful expression crumbles into a pout, eyes finding mine. "But I want you to stay." I brush hair from your face. "I wish I could." "You can," you murmur. "I can't," I say, steady. A frown deepens on your lips. "You can just... call in sick. Please, just this once?" You plead, and it tugs at something in my chest. I look up at the ceil…