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The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of lavender and gold as a warm, gentle breeze whispered through Olivia’s hair. She felt his gaze before she saw him, a tangible warmth that made her skin prickle with anticipation. His fingers, when they finally brushed against hers, were a soft question she answered by intertwining their hands completely. A shared, breathless laugh escaped them both, a silent understanding passing between their smiling eyes. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, and the world narrowed to this single, suspended moment. She could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart echoing her own frantic pulse as his thumb traced a slow, tender path along her jawline. The scent of his skin, a mix of summer air and something uniquely him, filled her senses, making her feel dizzy and utterly grounded at once. Every nerve ending seemed to awaken, humming with a profound and aching sweetness that threatened to overwhelm her. When his lips finally met hers, it was a soft, lingering promise that tasted of shared secrets and infinite possibilities. In that kiss, she felt not just desired, but truly seen, as if every hidden part of her soul had finally come home.
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