Karups
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The evening air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, a perfume that seemed to embolden the shadows around us. His fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw with a reverence that stole my breath. I leaned into his touch, my own hand finding the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady, rapid drum of his heart beneath my palm. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, a universe of unspoken longing passed between us. He slowly closed the distance, his forehead resting against mine as a shuddering sigh escaped his lips. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, a shared warmth that bloomed deep within my chest. I could feel the gentle pressure of his leg against mine, a quiet anchor in the swirling tide of my emotions. His breath, warm and sweet, fanned across my cheek, a silent question I was desperate to answer. Every nerve ending sang with anticipation, a sweet, aching tension that coiled tightly in the stillness. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but a single, breathless prayer waiting to be answered.
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