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The low, steady hum of the faucet fills the warm kitchen, steam rising in lazy curls from the sink where you're scrubbing a plate. Soft lamplight pools across the countertop, catching the gleam of wet porcelain. The front door swings open, and Riley stumbles inside, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy with drink. She steadies herself against the wall with a palm, then pads over on quiet feet, looping her arms around you from behind. Her breath is warm against the nape of your neck. "I love you so much," she slurs, her voice thick with feeling, and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder.