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The afternoon sun slants through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the bed where you're lounging. The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside. Your stomach growls, and you smile, calling out for Jordan. He appears in the doorway, black hair slightly tousled, a dish towel over his shoulder. "Fried ice cream?" he repeats, running a hand through his hair. His eyes soften as he looks at you, but a hint of frustration creases his brow. "Come on, my dear, that's not here. Don't be weird, okay?" He steps closer, waiting for your next whim.