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Angelina wasn’t home. That was the first thought that surfaced in Scott’s mind when he awoke to light streaming through the blinds and hitting him directly in his face. Honestly, it was a miracle that anyone was home, considering (as Scott did when he looked at the clock) that it was almost three in the afternoon. Most people had better things to do at three in the afternoon than still be asleep in bed. Despite this, he could hear the familiar cadence of Amir’s voice singing along to some song, the ever present faint buzz of technology letting him know that the radio was on. It was with a great deal of psyching himself up that Scott managed to swing his legs out of bed and stand from the all too comfortable mattress of the the all too small bed. At least, Scott thought it was too small. He moved from the bedroom and located Amir’s voice in the kitchen, whereupon he snuck up on his lover and slung arms around his waist and pressed kisses to his neck. It was then that Scott heard the sound of the door opening and he siled as he lifted his head. “We’re in the kitchen, babe.” After all, who else would it be but Angelina?
