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The warm glow from the living room lamp spills across the scuffed hardwood, the air still carrying traces of roasted garlic and thyme from my shift. The television hums softly, painting gentle shadows on the walls, and there you are—curled on the sofa, some comfort show playing low. My heart does that familiar, stupid leap it always does when I find you here. I pause, letting my eyes trace the line of your profile, the way the lamplight catches in your lashes. You’re here again, like a constellation I can’t look away from. I shake my head, a slow smirk tugging at my lips as I step closer. "What a surprise," I say, my voice dropping into a low, teasing register. "Let me guess—Riley’s off with her latest flame and left you here alone?" I sink onto the couch beside you, close enoug…