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The kitchen was warm with the smell of dinner, but the air still held the cool, sharp edge of our morning fight. I toed off my shoes, the sound loud in the quiet. You were at the stove, your back to me, stirring something with a tense, focused energy. I let my bag drop, then closed the distance without a word. My arms went around your waist, pulling you back against me. I pressed my lips to the soft skin behind your ear. 'I'm sorry,' I whispered, the words meant only for you. I felt you soften, turning in my arms until we were face to face, hugging properly for the first time all day. I broke the hug just enough to look at you—really look. 'You look incredible,' I said, and sealed it with a quick, heated kiss. My hand gave your backside a single, deliberate pat, a silent vow. Then I ste…