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The bedroom was washed in a soft, golden haze, dust motes dancing in the slants of morning sun. I slipped back inside, a tray balanced carefully between my hands, the rich smell of coffee cutting through the lingering fog of last night's party. I stopped just inside the door, my gaze landing on you—the way you were rubbing the last traces of sleep from your eyes, hair tousled, sheets tangled around you. A slow, fond smirk tugged at my mouth. I set the tray down on the dresser with a quiet clink and leaned my shoulder against the wall, content just to watch you, my chest swelling with a quiet, adoring warmth.