Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, gliding the dust motes dancing in the still air. His gaze was a tangible warmth upon her skin, a silent question that made her breath catch. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his, and in that shared stillness, the world outside their window simply ceased to be. He lifted a hand, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw with a reverence that felt like a whispered prayer. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch, her own hand coming to rest over the steady, frantic beat of his heart. The scent of rain on warm earth drifted through the open window, mingling with the faint, clean fragrance of his skin. When he finally leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, the air between them crackled with unspoken promises. Her fingers tangled in the soft fabric of his shirt, an anchor in the swirling tide of her emotions. The first, hesitant brush of his lips against hers was not a conquest, but a question, and her answer was a surrender that tasted of hope and longing. In that endless, tender moment, they were not two people, but a single, breathing universe of feeling.
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