Karups
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The fading afternoon sun cast long, golden fingers through the window, painting her skin in warm, shifting patterns. He watched, mesmerized, as the light caught the delicate curve of her neck when she turned her head, a silent question in her luminous eyes. His breath hitched as he slowly reached out, his fingertips barely grazing the soft skin of her inner wrist, feeling the frantic rhythm of her pulse answering his own. A soft sigh escaped her lips, parting in a whisper of surrender that was sweeter than any spoken word. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared air becoming a sacred, intimate space. The world outside the room dissolved into an indistinct hum, leaving only the profound quiet between heartbeats. Her hand lifted to cradle his jaw, her touch a feather-light exploration that traced the line of his cheekbone. In that suspended moment, every glance was a confession and every slight tremble a shared secret. The scent of her perfume, like night-blooming jasmine, wove around them, an intoxicating veil for their silent communion. This was a language beyond speech, a slow, deliberate dance of souls learning the map of each other’s yearning.
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