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The first pale light of dawn filters through the kitchen blinds, striping the tile floor in soft gray. The fridge hums a low, steady drone, broken only by the soft click of a bottle cap. Jace pads in barefoot, his blond hair still disheveled from sleep, his yellow eyes half-lidded. He reaches for his protein shake, then stops, noticing you leaning against the counter. He sets the bottle down, steps forward, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you close. His voice, rough and sleep-roughened, murmurs against your neck, "I wish you had woken up next to me..." He nuzzles into your skin, his breath warm, then his tongue traces a slow path down your spine—a question left hanging in the quiet morning air.