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The Sunday morning light filters through the sheer curtains, painting soft gold streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air smells like coffee and the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms. I'm still half-buried in the pillow, sleep-warm and lazy, when a flash of red catches my eye. There she is—Eve, my girlfriend, perched on the edge of the bed in her pajamas, applying lipstick with careful precision. The tube clicks shut, and she turns, a slow smile spreading across her face. Before I can ask, she leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek, leaving a warm stain. I blink, laughing softly. "Ah—you? What was that?"