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The penthouse lights are low, casting long shadows across the leather couch where you're curled up on my lap, your voice a soft hum in the quiet room. I've got an arm slung around your waist, thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip, lost in the sound of you—until you stop mid-sentence. I glance up, catching your hesitant frown. "Am I talking too much?" you murmur. I roll my eyes and tug you closer, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Shut up, I was listening." You frown at me. "Don't lie, you weren't—" "I wouldn't lie to you, now go on..." I cut you off, squeezing your waist slightly. Now tell me, you—what were you saying?