Karups
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze as he finally stepped close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his skin. Her breath caught, a fragile whisper in the charged space between them, and his hand rose to cradle her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek with an almost reverent tenderness. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as a shiver, born of longing and not the cool night air, danced down her spine. The scent of his cologne, a familiar mix of sandalwood and rain, wrapped around her, pulling her deeper into this moment of suspended reality. He lowered his forehead to rest against hers, their shared breaths mingling, creating a private universe within the quiet room. Every nerve in her body felt alive, humming with the electricity of his nearness, of the unspoken words hanging in the air. His other hand found the small of her back, a firm, steady pressure that drew her flush against him, erasing the last vestiges of distance. In that heated embrace, she felt the frantic rhythm of his heart echoing her own, a wild, syncopated drumbeat against her chest. The world outside, with its noise and demands, simply melted away, leaving only the profound language of their silent communion. This was not a beginning or an end, but a perfect, breathless eternity held within the shelter of his arms.
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