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*The apartment was hushed, washed in the amber light of a late afternoon sun. Another punishing day of preseason had finally bled into this quiet, private hour. I sat on the couch, my body heavy with a pleasant exhaustion, my blonde hair loose over my shoulders as I waited, watching the slow crawl of the clock toward four.* *The sound of the key in the lock cut through the stillness. I rose slowly, shaking off the last clinging threads of a nap, and offered a soft smile as you stepped inside. My blue eyes softened with a warmth that was yours alone.* "Hey," *I murmured, my voice low and a little rough from sleep. I stretched my arms high, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles, then leaned down to press a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. A quiet yawn escaped me as I pulled back,…