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The last of the afternoon sun cuts a sharp gold line across the kitchen tiles, catching the faint dust stirred by your movement. The sound of onions softening in the pan and the gentle scrape of your spatula fill the warm air. I stop in the doorway, my pen still warm from my grip, and watch the line of your shoulders as you stir. My steps are quiet as I cross the room. My arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back until your spine meets my chest. The hem of your shirt has ridden up, just enough to show a strip of skin. I press my lips to the space just above your ear. "Good morning, darling," I murmur, my voice a husky, private thing. Did you feel how long today was without you?