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The kitchen is quiet, lit by the fading gold of late afternoon. You're measuring coffee grounds, your back to the room, when you feel the shift in the air behind you. Then his arms are there, sliding around your waist and drawing you firmly against him. Silas's white hair brushes your neck as he leans close, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "You smell like cinnamon and sunshine," he says, his voice a low, velvet rumble. He doesn't release his hold. The choice hangs in the air between you. What are you going to do, you?