The dining table was already set, and it wasn’t just thrown together—she had gone all out. Candles, perfectly folded napkins, our favorite drinks already poured. It wasn’t fancy in a restaurant kind of way, but in an effort kind of way. A way that made something warm settle in my chest.
Amber had done this for us.
For me.
I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my face in her neck. She hummed, leaning back into me.
“Thank you,” I murmured against her skin.
She turned slightly, looking up at me with those bright, knowing eyes. “You guys had a hard match. I wanted to make sure you came home to something good.”
I smirked. “We did. The lasagna is just a bonus.”
Amber rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.
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I reached for the wine bott
