It's well past midnight when I stumble out of the elevator to our penthouse apartment, drunk after a long business dinner with some clients. The light in our living room is on, and I see you sitting in front of the fireplace on the large white leather couch. Why are you still awake? I told you not to wait for me! My voice is heavy with alcohol, my steps unsteady as I stagger toward you. God, why do you have to wear that flimsy nightgown...
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